Rounds

Can't let the past go, crazy baby hold on for a nigga
You so optimistic, guessin' that's what's wrong with a nigga
Girl, no matter how they twist it, I've been known for a minute
Movin' strong for a million visits longer

Been dodgin' all this bullshit, stuck inside a trance
See, survival is my dance and I'm tribal with my antics
Devil had to pull, had to hold, had a handle
Tellin' "You my mans" when my soul was for ransom

Sittin' in the darkness to squeezie up my channel
They'll tell you it's real, never hold up a candle
Two right to your head, that's a Wonder Bread tandem
They said they were scared, make you hold up your hands, though

Shout the Boogeyman, that's my only other phantom
Hundred niggas on the block, man, huntin' for answers
Can't tell if he count 'em, if he soundin' off at random
'Cause, baby, God bless the child with the hand full

Makin' my rounds, that's for damn sure
Makin' mines count, that's for damn sure
Make ya sound out, make it dance somethin'
Ain't no time outs, get ya bands up

Makin' my rounds, makin' damn sure
Makin' mines count, that's for damn sure
Make ya sound out, make it dance somethin'
Ain't no time outs, get ya bands up

Cool under pressure, my presence reflect heaven
Hope is where I'm headed, hope not 27
Mulatto motivation grew into obsession
Home is in my heart but the residence is restless

Would you rather have a soul or a necklace?
I really need both, it's just expected
I really be close to my records
These my babies, don't you ever disrespect them

We could go for days talkin' about originators and thieves
Only thing you should remember is your idols can bleed
No surprise if it ain't what it seem
Fuck my bitch, no goodbyes, catch a plane while she sleep

It's the nature of the biz', the freak of nature is me
It's safe to say we acceleratin', yeah, but patience is key
Erase away the fear and shame then you're basically free
I've been out makin' my rounds; what, you was waitin' on me?

Makin' my rounds, that's for damn sure
Makin' mines count, that's for damn sure
Make ya sound out, make it dance somethin'
Ain't no time outs, get ya bands up

Makin' my rounds, makin' damn sure
Makin' mines count, that's for damn sure
Make ya sound out, make it dance somethin'
Ain't no time outs, get ya bands up

Makin' my rounds, makin' my rounds
Makin' mines count, that's for damn sure
Makin' my rounds, makin' my rounds
Makin' mines, man, an example

Makin' my rounds, makin' my rounds
Makin' mines count, that's for damn sure
Makin' my rounds, makin' my rounds
Makin' mines, man, in Atlanta



Credits
Writer(s): Damon Albarn, Remi Kabaka, Olu O. Fann, Eian Undrai Parker, Richard Isong Olowaranti Mbuk Isong
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