Come Back Around Lyrics by Boldy James & Real Bad Man
Sometimes you get up just to fall down
Only thing that matters, coming back ’round
Coming back ’round
Sometimes you get up just to fall down
Only thing that matters, coming back ’round
Coming back ’round
I’m from the ghetto where there’s families with no healthcare
Fathers nowhere to be found, mommas on welfare
Cousin home from the clinky, ran it from the top bunk
Uncle love to smoke and drink, granny on the couch slumped
Needle hanging out her arm, shoot up at least twice a day
Kids damn near starving, cooking noodles in the microwave
Where people slave and don’t ever get a job promotion
Auntie working two jobs every day but she be closet smoking
Where niggas sick and tired of being tired of hoping
Thought he copped some Percs but they finessed him with some Ibuprofen
Where pregnant underage mothers get considered MILF’s
Where sisters run and get their brothers just to get ’em killed
Fiends at the store, you tell ’em “No” I bet they still beg
Where they ain’t shit but J’s, [?] and pill heads
Where you gon’ feel some pain you never truly heal from
Where you gotta take a pay-cut to be a real one
Sometimes you get up just to fall down (Ten does down)
Only thing that matters, coming back ’round(There’s gon’ be some up and downs)
Coming back ’round
Sometimes you get up just to fall down (What else?)
Only thing that matters, coming back ’round
Coming back ’round
Whatever it is holding, all of your fears [?]
Whatever it is holding, all of your fears [?]
Whatever it is holding, all of your fears [?]
Whatever it is holding, all of your fears [?]
I’m from the ghetto where the tenants in the project
Never snitch but love to gossip, most the children was adopted
Streets like a foster home, [?] Honda Civic
Ten pints fresh out the farm, I been putting on a clinic
[?] be hoes and the rats forever sluts
Where that backdoor never close but the latch forever shut
Where the police [?], where the facts ain’t matching up
Where your math ain’t mathing up, where the grass ain’t ever cut
Where the trap don’t ever close, [?]
[?] charging motherfuckers eleven for a O
Hundred tacos in [?], I’m a block away from hell
Where the good die young, or they rot away in jail
Seen the hood [?] hide away from twelve
Never go on dry runs when I’m tryna make a sale
[?] where all the gloves coming off
Thought I seen it all ’til I saw the plug running off
Let’s get it
Sometimes you get up just to fall down
Only thing that matters, coming back ’round
Coming back ’round
Sometimes you get up just to fall down
Only thing that matters, coming back ’round
Coming back ’round
