Jonell - Round Round Lyrics

f/ Kool G. Rap, Method Man, Pharoahe Monch



[Intro: some DJ (Jonell)]

Sound... bombing...

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, uh)



[Method Man]

I was gutter when you met me, gutter when you left me

Gutter when you came back, face it, nothin' can change that

Not romance or marriage counselin', you dropped the ball, now I'm bouncin'

Find me a room, burn up an ounce in

Waitin' for my baby to call, forgive it all

On some break up to make up shit, givin' me drawers

I adore mi amore, but every time she choose to go to war

I'm lookin' at the front door



[Pharoahe Monch]

You could keep the negative's mind, please, I get the picture

The emotional sounds was different when I first split you

Claim I brought pain to the thing like King Kong

Like villains in the Western flicks, that I was well hung

So put you up on Talib Kweli and the Village of Slum

Read the book of psalms to get the miles, sing some (come on now)

And you actin' like you don't know what I came here for

It's wrong to put our spirits your drove at the front door

Affectionate smiles, so you could front more

I should call you somethin' that walks on all fours

Cuz you got a fella heated for sure, love him or delete it, it's raw

Feelin' cheated when I'm out on tour

They catch a glimpse from beyond this globe, on the same note

Cuz in terrential downpours, I keep a rain coat

And a bottle of cham', bored, to let the brain flow

Pray for sun after the rain and creep the rainbow



[Jonell]

Oh, I try and I try to stop the

Forces that go round in my head and cloud

Thought you were the one to understand me

You turned my dark skies to light

But once again you touched my hopes to him

My soulful sing, my tears start glimmin' in the rain

All and again, all and again



[Chorus 2X: Jonell]

I really don't know what you came here for, round and round we go

Consider your bags outside the door, round and round we go



[Jonell]

If you don't understand where I'm from

Then my heart is tellin' me you're not the one

All the games you played and now realize

You're not the one, for me to want some baby, bye-bye

Pack your bags and get to steppin'

You gotta let it go, you need to stop trippin'

I hope you don't think I'm gon' let you back in

Cuz you'se a fool



[Chorus 2X]



[Kool G. Rap]

G. Rap Giacanna, I'm not the one who's born to be dissed

So let me make this clear for you, just like stones on my wrist

Just cuz the door closed, don't mean I'm on the phone wit a chick

I'm just a cat about his B.I. and let's only get rich

Straight up politickin', so where you lay your dome and be sick

Stack cake, wit food on the plate and chrome on the six

Then we can make a little fam, just us, alone in the sticks

And I can get rid of these bricks, we gone from the strip, you know?



[Hook: Jonell]

Today, I made up my mind, to get away

Everyday, I sit and pray, everyday, everyday



[Chorus 2X]



[Hook with the Chorus]



[Outro: Jonell]

Every day, every day (round and round we go)

To get away, away, away (round and round...)