Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go (Hol' up)
Late nights on that road
All them late nights on the road
All them new faces, I seen
All them old faces I know
All them nights stuck in my head
All them moments trapped in my flows
All them paragraphs in my inbox and them missed calls on my phone
Got you trippin' off where I been
Got me wondering when you home
Got you telling all of your friends
Fuck that bullshit, we grown
I ain't here to make no new friends
But I can't do this on my own (Own, own, own)
Yeah then she bring up my old chick
My old ways, my old grips
My old hoes, my old bitch
Like damn, why you always stress on old shit
So we fight, we fuss
We fuck, make up
She good, so I'm great
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go (Hol' up)
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh
Baby girl, let's talk it out
I can't talk it out on my own
If you feeling somethin', just say somethin'
I know a lot of shit on your dome
Yeah I fucked up, but I'm man enough to at least admit when I'm wrong
So baby girl when you wrong
Don't have your friends calling my phone
She like, "Here you go, with that bullshit putting everything on me
You've been fuckin' up
For a longtime like problems that you can't see"
Nah, I ain't realize, how fucking lonely this music thing was gon' be
So it's
(Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh)
Never had a problem, that I couldn't solve before
It's the first time, it's the first time, it's the first time
I swear shit was all good just a week ago
Kinda came at the worst time
At a work time, aye
Look, stress been weighing down on me
Niggas tryna climb on me
And I ain't need a creeper shawty
Thought that you was down for me
She like, "Nigga yeah right
What you tryna sound funny?
No I know what them hoes said boy
Stupid written on my forehead
Think I don't hear what them song say"
And I had run again got us all planned
Tryna talk to her, but instead of listening to me
She hear what them broads saying
So we fight, we fuss
We fuck, we stuck
She need love, I want trust
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round (We go)
(Round and round we go, oh)
Round and round (We go)
And pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round (We go)
(Round and round we go)
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round and round we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go (Hol' up)
Round and round, we go
Round and round, we go
Round and round and round and round
And round and round we go, oh