Turn Around
I've come to far to turn around
I'm never going back again
This time around it's going down
You feel this shit happening
Pour me up all the way now
Pour another drink for me
We're goin up all the way now
When I'm gettin high I'm free
Since day one I been a1
My sauce game is impeccable
Got no flaws or weaknesses
That shit is not detectable
These haters are predictable
They always on my testicles
You know this shit is classic
When the moment is collectible
Head screwed up like frankenstein
Bitch I'm out my fucken mind
Wrote this rhyme like I was blind
Close my eyes and shut the blinds
I was in my darkest times
Demons with me right beside
All I know they down to ride
That explains this homicide
Feel it in your skeletal
This shit right here is bonafide
No point in feelin skeptical
This problem can be rectified
And please take nothing personal
I do this for the fucken art
I'll never go commercial though
I'd rather push a shoppin cart
Ain't no turning back for me
This music live inside of me
Pour me up another cup
This type of shit we celebrate
Roll me up another blunt
Man all I do is elevate
Cook these rappers all at once
Hold up let that marinate
I've come to far to turn around
I'm never going back again
This time around it's going down
You feel this shit happening
Pour me up all the way now
Pour another drink for me
We're goin up all the way now
When I'm gettin high I'm free
Poor me up fuck lookin back
I've come to far to give it up
I rolled this up and added wax
And now I'm chillin mad relaxed
Got a beat i'll kill that shit
All you gotta do is ask
Loaded it up and play that shit
Sit back and just watch me blast
Shit is like a joke to me
Please excuse the way I laugh
Most you rappers tellin tales
Wouldn't take a polygraph
Even when you full of shit
Seems you only giving half
Thanks to y'all now I'm ahead
And why you always finish last
Pardon all these body counts
I was just enjoying math
You recycle all your sounds
Probably why your shit is trash
I show love in great amounts
don't mean I wont whip your ass
Hollywood the stomping grounds
Everyday we duckin crash
Work hard no set backs
My nose to that grindstone
This beat smacks like so hard
It fractured your cheekbones
Your face numb but so what
You high off this homegrown
My cup full I'm fucked up
She begging me to go straight home
I've come to far to turn around
I'm never going back again
This time around it's going down
You feel this shit happening
Pour me up all the way now
Pour another drink for me
We're goin up all the way now
When I'm gettin high I'm free
I'm never going back again
This time around it's going down
You feel this shit happening
Pour me up all the way now
Pour another drink for me
We're goin up all the way now
When I'm gettin high I'm free
Since day one I been a1
My sauce game is impeccable
Got no flaws or weaknesses
That shit is not detectable
These haters are predictable
They always on my testicles
You know this shit is classic
When the moment is collectible
Head screwed up like frankenstein
Bitch I'm out my fucken mind
Wrote this rhyme like I was blind
Close my eyes and shut the blinds
I was in my darkest times
Demons with me right beside
All I know they down to ride
That explains this homicide
Feel it in your skeletal
This shit right here is bonafide
No point in feelin skeptical
This problem can be rectified
And please take nothing personal
I do this for the fucken art
I'll never go commercial though
I'd rather push a shoppin cart
Ain't no turning back for me
This music live inside of me
Pour me up another cup
This type of shit we celebrate
Roll me up another blunt
Man all I do is elevate
Cook these rappers all at once
Hold up let that marinate
I've come to far to turn around
I'm never going back again
This time around it's going down
You feel this shit happening
Pour me up all the way now
Pour another drink for me
We're goin up all the way now
When I'm gettin high I'm free
Poor me up fuck lookin back
I've come to far to give it up
I rolled this up and added wax
And now I'm chillin mad relaxed
Got a beat i'll kill that shit
All you gotta do is ask
Loaded it up and play that shit
Sit back and just watch me blast
Shit is like a joke to me
Please excuse the way I laugh
Most you rappers tellin tales
Wouldn't take a polygraph
Even when you full of shit
Seems you only giving half
Thanks to y'all now I'm ahead
And why you always finish last
Pardon all these body counts
I was just enjoying math
You recycle all your sounds
Probably why your shit is trash
I show love in great amounts
don't mean I wont whip your ass
Hollywood the stomping grounds
Everyday we duckin crash
Work hard no set backs
My nose to that grindstone
This beat smacks like so hard
It fractured your cheekbones
Your face numb but so what
You high off this homegrown
My cup full I'm fucked up
She begging me to go straight home
I've come to far to turn around
I'm never going back again
This time around it's going down
You feel this shit happening
Pour me up all the way now
Pour another drink for me
We're goin up all the way now
When I'm gettin high I'm free
Credits
Writer(s): Harry Belafonte, Malvina Reynolds, Alan Greene
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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