Method Man - Round & Round (Extended Remix) lyrics

[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 sh**, 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 chamborg, 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 [Hook 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 [Hook 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 [Hook 2X] [Hook with the Hook] [Outro: Jonell] Every day, every day (round and round we go) To get away, away, away (round and round...)