lirik lagu boldy james & real bad man - come back around (radio edit)
[chorus: dreamcastmoe]
sometimes you get up just to fall down
only thing that matters, coming back ’round
coming back ’round
sometimes you get up just to fall down
only thing that matters, coming back ’round
coming back ’round
[verse 1: boldy james]
i’m from the ghetto where it’s families with no healthcare
fathers nowhere to be found, mamas on welfare
cousin home from the clink, he ran it from the top bunk
uncle love to smoke and drink, granny on the couch slumped
needle hanging out her arm, shoot up at least twice a day
kids d~mn near starving, cooking noodles in the microwave
where people slave and don’t never get a job promotion
auntie working two jobs every day, but she be closet smoking
where ~~~~ sick and tired of being tired of hoping
thought he copped some percs, but they finessed him with some ibuprofen
where pregnant underage mothers, they considered milfs
where sisters run and get they brothers just to get ’em k!lled
fiends at the store, you tell ’em, “no”, i bet they still beg
where they ain’t ~~~~ but j’s, custos, and pillheads
where you gon’ feel some pain you never truly heal from
where you gotta take a paycut to be a real one
[chorus: dreamcastmoe & boldy james]
sometimes you get up just to fall down (ten toes down)
only thing that matters, coming back ’round (it’s gon’ be some ups and downs)
coming back ’round (so pick your face up off the ground)
sometimes you get up just to fall down (yeah, what else?)
only thing that matters, coming back ’round (this sh~t ain’t easy as it sound)
coming back ’round (come back around, come back around)
[interlude: dreamcastmoe]
whatever it is holding all of your fears, throw them
whatever it is holding all of your fears, throw them
whatever it is holding all of your fears, throw them
whatever it is holding all of your fears, throw them
[verse 2: boldy james]
i’m from the ghetto where the tenants in the project
never snitch, but love to gossip, most the children was adopted
streets like a foster home, bas~m~nt, no honda civic
ten pints fresh out the pharm’, i’ve been putting on a clinic
may the wh0res always be hoes and the rats forever sl~ts
where that backdoor never close, but the latch forever shut
where the police short~staffed, where the facts ain’t matching up
where your math ain’t mathing up, where the grass ain’t never cut
where the trap don’t never close, social seven twenty~four
is it back to charging mother~~~~ eleven for an o?
hundred tacos in a bale, i’m a block away from h~ll
where the good die young or they rot away in jail
seen the hood high~strung in my hideaway from 12
never go on dry runs when i’m tryna make a sale
in the murder mitten where all the gloves coming off
thought i seen it all ’til i saw the plug running off, let’s get it
[chorus: dreamcastmoe]
sometimes you get up just to fall down
only thing that matters, coming back ’round
coming back ’round
sometimes you get up just to fall down
only thing that matters, coming back ’round
coming back ’round
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