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Roundabouts
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Hip-Hop
Roundabouts was released on May 6, 2014 by Piecelock 70 as a part of the album 12 Step Program
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Release DateMay 6, 2014
LabelPiecelock 70
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
People Under the Stairs
People Under the Stairs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Portugal
Christopher Portugal
Songwriter
Michael Turner
Michael Turner
Songwriter

Lyrics

I don't know why you guys gotta keep doing this. I'm trying
To sleep. You missed it. I hope they start it again. It
Doesn't seem like they will. Oh no. Well, guess I better
Be getting my bathtub ready. Looks ready to me. Looks like
It's ready. Come on in, it looks ready to me. It's full
Wanna party? Huh? Come see us. I like to have a good time. So does my
Friend. And we'd like to have good times with you if we could. Drink
A little vodka? Have a bath together maybe? Listen to some rocking
Tunes, hey. If these seem like good times to you, then hook up with
People like this. Give us a call. Give them a
Call. They look like your kind of people. Like
Your kind of people. People. Your kind of people
[Verse: Mike (and Kris)
I got my groove back, no Stella Artois
It's the Art of Noise Goodfellas
Back to the breaks like Foley at Bell's
People under the stairs, hotel to motel
Non-stop locking at the Holiday Inn
Sporting robes in the hallways
We turning up always
Let the herb blaze, fly away in a haze
Get lost inside a daze, my mind is a maze
It's not Frankie Beverly Hills or Frankie Goes to Hollywood
That OG L.A. top chick cut on your block
Get the VG plus the mint, now we getting better
Two producers are back, it's Fegan and Becker
The original upset of the double scratch Perry
When the two hit the stage they treat the kings like Larry
Plenty of air time on your prime time station
Interpretation, it still takes a nation
To hold us back to the future
With the past locked down don't look back
The golden era's right now
Long as the P Hendrix, the drum machine
Recycling the funk with the original
Greenbacks, they come in stacks like flapjacks
Getting your day started, my train of thought departed a long time ago
Long rhyme ago, something to keep 'em stoked
You see I ain't no joke, the Peas we ain't no joke
We like Eric B's facial expression, never change
Forever the Peas, the only way they can explain
The legacy deep underwater abyss
Smithsonian, homie it's Mike and Kris
Again we glide like Schwinns on sunny afternoons
Up up like a balloon all the way to the moon
Plant the flag and it reads that the Peas was here
Yo Thes let's hit the lab, make sure the West Coast is clear
Yo, yo, yo, I like that, bring that back one time
Peel 'em, wheel 'em, bring it back, come rewind
Don't you know that things go in cycles?
Peel 'em, wheel 'em, bring it back, come rewind
Don't you know that things go in cycles?
Peel 'em, wheel 'em, bring it back, come rewind
Don't you know that things go in cycles?
Peel 'em, wheel 'em, bring it back, come rewind
Don't you know that things go in cycles?
Peel 'em, wheel 'em, bring it back, come rewind
Written by: Christopher Portugal, Michael Turner
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