Lyrics

All the game that you were spittin, I know that you was trippin Never thought to see me dippin but I had to get missin I'm tired of you stressin me, why don't you let it be Comin around cussin me, fuckin wit me mentally Goodbye, you wanna see my face some more So long, pack your bags wan't you out the door Cause, every time that I play this ruggy Time and time again it's gonna rain It's gonna rain it's gonna rain it's gonna rain There you go again flippin on me One minute we the shit next minute you shittin on me So what's the problem huh? No wait, let me guess, gimme some space And some place to get a load of your chest No better yet you don't get enough attention at home And when I'm gone I don't even think to pickup the phone I'm dead wrong, now your fed up, packin my stuff, fuckin my head up And I see it in your face right now you wish I shut up I really don't know what you came here for Round and around we go! Consider your bags outside the door Round and around we go! I really don't know what you came here for Round and around we go! Consider your bags outside the door Round and around we go! If you don't understand where I'm comin from Then my heart is tellin me you're not the one All the games you played and now you lied You're not the one, for me no more so baby bye bye Pack yo' bags and get to steppin You got to let it go you need to stop trippin I hope you don't think I'll let you back in Cause youse, a, fool I really don't know what you came here for Round and around we go! Consider your bags outside the door Round and around we go! I really don't know what you came here for Round and around we go! Consider your bags outside the door Round and around we go! Don't waste, your time Ya blew me once but not a second time Now it's time for you, to go away I packed your things nothing else for us to say... but... bye!!! I was gutter when ya met me, gutter when ya left me Gutter when ya came back face it nothin can change that Not romance nor romance counselin You drop the ball now i'm bouncin Find me a room burn an ounce and Waitin for my baby to call foregiven and On some break up to makeup shit givin me draws I dore mi amor, but everytime she choose to go to war I'm lookin at the front door To-day I made up my mind - to get away Every-day, I sit and pray, everyday, every-day To-day I made up my mind - to get away Every-day, I sit and pray, everyday, every-day I really don't know what you came here for Round and around we go! Consider your bags outside the door Round and around we go! I really don't know what you came here for Round and around we go! Consider your bags outside the door Round and around we go!
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Terrance Cottrell, Mills, Showes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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