Woorld Go Rouunnd (feat. My Guy Phil)

Having a fine day, so I say
Barmaid can I have another Grand Marnier
And have a cigar taste, after the entree
Celebrate you graduate with cousins and aunties
You can be pompous under the circumstance
All you've accomplished unbutton your shirt and dance
In front of the curtain stand and take your bow
Like Parliament I never learned to swim but ain't gone drown
I can't go down I'm too high up
People in the world around me on the up and up
And ready to toast up like the toaster's finish
At brunch with mimosas, feta and spinach
One step closer but we just beginning
Take photos to remember and reflect the image
While staring at the fans on the ceiling spinning
The journey is life, the story's never ending

The world go round and the world go round
The world go round and the world go round
The world go round and the world go round
The world go round and the world go round

The world go round regardless of any people
You've got to have style and learn to be original
I be the original Asiatic
Conditions are getting critical, worldwide so many tragic-
Situations, manipulation of your lane
From all the drug traffic, they call it black magic
I been a black child before Black n' Milds
Add in the fact I'm black in tan but blacking out
Not trying to be put in a black van
Or succumb to the plan destroying the black man
Pac man, naw I'm ghost
All praises to the Most, I aint going for no hoax
Call me a terrorist ain't that a joke
Must be careless, done by remote control
Every time you grab the remote they do more than run game
They run marathons on folks, I unplug...
Take trips to far away, but first stop off in Cuba for cigars by Garcia Vegas

The world go round and the world go round
The world go round and the world go round
The world go round and the world go round
The world go round and the world go round

With my guys...
Steamroll over the track so laid back
Level headed rap, my level ahead of the pack
Who the hell is that? Snap like Nat the abolitionist
Illest with the penmanship, peep the discipline
Been killing it since I was a teenager
Daytona 5oo flavor, Rex Racer
Real nigga nature, so real niggas throw their praise up
Simply 'cause I never gave up
Self savior, pen press the paper
Fresh fragrance, double breasted blazers
Allah's angel, no baby born in a manger
Could county where I came from
Blame God, he blew breath in my lungs
I'd rather have new friends than phoney kick it with my day ones
You wave guns, I just wave and smile
Like a king with a crown as the world go round

The world go round and the world go round
The world go round and the world go round
The world go round and the world go round
The world go round and the world go round

Uh, yeah, lord
High in my essence, get the highest of the blessings
Sparking up a lighter just to brighten up the spectrum
Squeezing the mustard, staining, you playing ketchup
Not worried 'bout the sweat, you make diamonds out of pressure
We the people that make the world spin
And pass down tradition through wives and girlfriends
Craziness happen and spin you like whirlwinds
But I'm going in 'til my unstoppable thorough end
Legacy, legacy, 'nother level of weaponry
Just to kill the spirit of haterism and jealousy
I'm like take that, take that
I'm using my bare hands to peel the skin right off the snake's back
It's bad people but it's good ones too
We link up to roll something or pop the top on a brew
Uh, Real ones, from now until ones
And we gone keep it pushin until the deal done
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