Round and Round
Just made a banger with Sir Vac (uh, huh)
I gave you my number
Told you to dial me
If you can't find my digits
You know where to find me
I'm always the last one at the party
Stumbling around and round and round
Maybe all those tasty doves I'm taking make me crazy
Baby girl just take me home I'll meet your mum I'm wavey
I've won the race to off my face and I can't find my burna
Oi bun the rest simply the best, call me Tina Turner
Jordan Belfort wolf of Wall Street
Hold the bar up, drank a full clip
Fuck the car up, off to court shit
Get divorced yep, on me doorstep
And I don't remember a God damn thing
When I go party shots I bring
I know when that hotline blings
Nights going south
"Ding, ding, ding" next round
Next round, I want a next round
The fights on invite everybody
I don't get care, get my ex round
And my ex, ex and my next round
Where's my next round
Get shot's - that's how I get down
Balloons sound like a li-lo that's been let down
I gave you my number
Told you to dial me
If you can't find my digits
You know where to find me
I'm always the last one at the party
Stumbling around and round and round
Stumbling around and round and round
Stumbling around and round and round
It's a bit too scary
I met this chick who was gender fluid
And said didn't do binary
Went to touch her and she turned into a fairy
Swear I saw a fucking midget
Tucking fisted fucking twisted
Coke or crack, what's the difference?
Balloons sound like a life raft
With a puncture in it
These acid tabs that Stephen grabbed are dangerous
But back to back beat by sevaqk it sounds fuckin outrageous
Yeh I'm a pro for a messy scene and he's a pro-fessor green
And we don't touch no ketamin
Or we talk and need a translator
Eezer Goode, eezer Goode
Wait a minute I think he meant these are good?
The eezer Goode
To think all these years I thought ebeneezer was a geezer?!
I can show you how quick a good evening
Can turn into a weekend
Just give me the look, if you need to bounce
Cause I need the bush... I mean the kush
I gave you my number
Told you to dial me
If you can't find my digits
You know where to find me
I'm always the last one at the party
Stumbling around and round and round
Stumbling around and round and round
Stumbling around and round and round
I gave you my number
Told you to dial me
If you can't find my digits
You know where to find me
I'm always the last one at the party
Stumbling around and round and round
Maybe all those tasty doves I'm taking make me crazy
Baby girl just take me home I'll meet your mum I'm wavey
I've won the race to off my face and I can't find my burna
Oi bun the rest simply the best, call me Tina Turner
Jordan Belfort wolf of Wall Street
Hold the bar up, drank a full clip
Fuck the car up, off to court shit
Get divorced yep, on me doorstep
And I don't remember a God damn thing
When I go party shots I bring
I know when that hotline blings
Nights going south
"Ding, ding, ding" next round
Next round, I want a next round
The fights on invite everybody
I don't get care, get my ex round
And my ex, ex and my next round
Where's my next round
Get shot's - that's how I get down
Balloons sound like a li-lo that's been let down
I gave you my number
Told you to dial me
If you can't find my digits
You know where to find me
I'm always the last one at the party
Stumbling around and round and round
Stumbling around and round and round
Stumbling around and round and round
It's a bit too scary
I met this chick who was gender fluid
And said didn't do binary
Went to touch her and she turned into a fairy
Swear I saw a fucking midget
Tucking fisted fucking twisted
Coke or crack, what's the difference?
Balloons sound like a life raft
With a puncture in it
These acid tabs that Stephen grabbed are dangerous
But back to back beat by sevaqk it sounds fuckin outrageous
Yeh I'm a pro for a messy scene and he's a pro-fessor green
And we don't touch no ketamin
Or we talk and need a translator
Eezer Goode, eezer Goode
Wait a minute I think he meant these are good?
The eezer Goode
To think all these years I thought ebeneezer was a geezer?!
I can show you how quick a good evening
Can turn into a weekend
Just give me the look, if you need to bounce
Cause I need the bush... I mean the kush
I gave you my number
Told you to dial me
If you can't find my digits
You know where to find me
I'm always the last one at the party
Stumbling around and round and round
Stumbling around and round and round
Stumbling around and round and round
Credits
Writer(s): Elliot John Gleave, Stephen Manderson, Gursevak Singh Kalsi, Elizabeth Katharine Diaz
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