ROUNDABOUT
(Not too much, just tryna forget about you)
But I been stuck in limbo thinking 'bout you
Tryin' to find a way to settle things (but I can't settle shit)
Been stuck inside a roundabout thinking 'bout you
And, I just hope to God that baby, you get the clue
Hope that you find a peace of mind and I can see you soon
But, I been fucking 'round with hella killers clutching hella tools (Huh?)
But I'm like, "Baby, I need your soul again", hm
And she like, "Six, you need some help my friend", hm
'Cause you been stuck on hella 10's, wit' your friends
And, living your life through camera lens
And I'm like, "Bitch, I don't fuck with the new you or your mans", hm
And I've been sick as fuck
Been living my life out through a limbo roundabout through the rough
Like, bitch, my love ain't enough?
I sacrificed so much, I gave away all my pity bucks
You left my heart rot to stone, you left my heart rot to rust
We first linked up on the bus and, your life was all about the fuss
And, your love was just like a gun
And we were just like bad parents, marriage
We would always curse, chase after you like the fuzz
I was chasing you like a felon, hell yeah
I was always off them perkies trying to win your fuckin' heart
I guess I'm just a degenerate, hell yeah
And when we cut our ties, you told me take all of my feelings
Throw it away and just bury it, all again
Just take all of our feelings and bury it, all again
To you, my life is nothing but a fucking game
And, I'm always to fucking blame
Now, I sit, stuck watching the rain (I'm always just watching this shit)
Huh, huh
Your love had always felt more than them fucking drugs
I mistaked you for them hos and them fuckin' dubs
And then I fell in love, but I guess it's not enough
And now I pour the cup (cup)
Huh, huh
And now I pour the cup and now my mind's stuck, so I guess it's no gettin' up
But, I been stuck in limbo thinking about you
Trying to find a way to settle things (but I can't settle things, fuck)
Been stuck inside a roundabout thinking 'bout you
And I just hope to God that baby, you get the clue
Hope that you find a peace of mind and I can see you soon
And I been fucking 'round with hella killers clutchin' hella tools (huh?)
But I'm like, "Baby I need your soul again", hm
But she like, "Six, you need some help my friend", hm
Oh, no
Oh, no, huh
But I been stuck in limbo thinking 'bout you
Tryin' to find a way to settle things (but I can't settle shit)
Been stuck inside a roundabout thinking 'bout you
And, I just hope to God that baby, you get the clue
Hope that you find a peace of mind and I can see you soon
But, I been fucking 'round with hella killers clutching hella tools (Huh?)
But I'm like, "Baby, I need your soul again", hm
And she like, "Six, you need some help my friend", hm
'Cause you been stuck on hella 10's, wit' your friends
And, living your life through camera lens
And I'm like, "Bitch, I don't fuck with the new you or your mans", hm
And I've been sick as fuck
Been living my life out through a limbo roundabout through the rough
Like, bitch, my love ain't enough?
I sacrificed so much, I gave away all my pity bucks
You left my heart rot to stone, you left my heart rot to rust
We first linked up on the bus and, your life was all about the fuss
And, your love was just like a gun
And we were just like bad parents, marriage
We would always curse, chase after you like the fuzz
I was chasing you like a felon, hell yeah
I was always off them perkies trying to win your fuckin' heart
I guess I'm just a degenerate, hell yeah
And when we cut our ties, you told me take all of my feelings
Throw it away and just bury it, all again
Just take all of our feelings and bury it, all again
To you, my life is nothing but a fucking game
And, I'm always to fucking blame
Now, I sit, stuck watching the rain (I'm always just watching this shit)
Huh, huh
Your love had always felt more than them fucking drugs
I mistaked you for them hos and them fuckin' dubs
And then I fell in love, but I guess it's not enough
And now I pour the cup (cup)
Huh, huh
And now I pour the cup and now my mind's stuck, so I guess it's no gettin' up
But, I been stuck in limbo thinking about you
Trying to find a way to settle things (but I can't settle things, fuck)
Been stuck inside a roundabout thinking 'bout you
And I just hope to God that baby, you get the clue
Hope that you find a peace of mind and I can see you soon
And I been fucking 'round with hella killers clutchin' hella tools (huh?)
But I'm like, "Baby I need your soul again", hm
But she like, "Six, you need some help my friend", hm
Oh, no
Oh, no, huh
Credits
Writer(s): Tj Goodson
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