around. My heart just shattered in pieces on the ground. What goes around, comes around. What goes around, comes around. What goes around, comes around. What goes around, comes around. What goes around
I feel a little peculiar Feeling kinda strange I don't know what it is But I like the change That comes over me Whenever he's around It's as if
(Aldo Nova) I feel a little peculiar feelin' kinda strange i don't know what it is but i like the change that comes over me whenever he's around it'
Mark They used to say, play that thing there for more Play the harmonica, boy Play that thing Asthma Mark goes free, yeah! [...] what? Asthma Mark goes
DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! With Biddilly,
but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around Or 2pac without Humpty around Or 50 before Em,
speaking of It all goes around Some break free, some break down Some get lost and some get found Though I stand upon shaky ground I know it all goes around Well, John
goes south (You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor) When it all goes south (Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards) When it all goes
s sunshine all around him, Where the peaceful waters flow. There's sunshine all around him, Where the peaceful waters flow. Another mountain he'll be climbin', To a valley down below. There's sunshine all around
Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around With biddilly, biddilly
, bridges will rust, mountains will disappear, rivers will dry on And so it goes with everything but love, so it go--es, everything but love, so it go--es. You can drive around
laces white sneakers Moving to the sound coming out of the speaker Last week around queen and john, I saw her at the corner with a business suit on I said 'what
the sidewalk under the archway through the door again planting charges seed of destruction time is caving in here we are at mile zero this is St. John
darts to the bookies to the phone To the bar to the cab waiting outside The pub changed hands and word got around Barred nutters flooded back from miles around
