| Head on a swivel
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| Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner
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| Run up on you any minute, you’ll be gone
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| Yeah
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| Nigga, keep your head on a swivel
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| Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner
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| Run up on you any minute, you’ll be gone
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| I know niggas dead out of desperation
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| RIP my nigga Alan, damn, I wish you would’ve stayed at home
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| Learned to make the best out a shitty situation
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| No complaining, no more Xan', I leave the medicine alone
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| Dawg, I swear to God that I’m changing for the better
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| Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I’m wrong
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| I done made it up, I done made it out
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| I done made a way, we been makin' waves, we been making sounds
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| Rappers hella fake, they papier-mâché
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| Like piñata, they can’t wait to break, I can animate
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| Promise mama she gon' see the day when we all okay
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| All it really take is time and dedication, I pray
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| For the hunger to be permanent, no matter what that make
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| Hey, batter, batter, swing, bake
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| Whip the batter for the cake
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| Nigga, keep your head on a swivel
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| Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner
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| Run up on you any minute, you’ll be gone
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| I know niggas dead out of desperation
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| RIP my nigga Alan, damn, I wish you would’ve stayed at home
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| Learned to make the best out a shitty situation
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| No complaining, no more Xan', I leave the medicine alone
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| Dawg, I swear to God that I’m changing for the better
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| Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I’m wrong
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| I don’t know what it is, man, I just
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| I don’t think I’ma be here that much longer, man
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| Something’s watching me, man
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| Something’s following me
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| Something want me dead, man
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| Pray for me, pray for me, please
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| Hell, when I was young, I ain’t had to pop no guns
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| Nothing cracking in the slums you couldn’t handle on your own
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| Shit around my block where we used to knock
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| Couple souls fly, wasn’t nothin' like you guys, what y’all on
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| Shit it wasn’t nice, wasn’t paradise
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| Wasn’t lights back to back to back, many nights was on our own
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| Mama had to work, papa had three jobs
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| No, we not Jamaican, my sir, but we all was robbed, huh
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| Should’ve kept my head on a weave and bob
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| I’d rather be dead than to weep and sob
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| So we solve any major prob with the quick resolve
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| Had to squab', circle that bitch up, feelings get involved
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| Neighborhood on lock, fuck we need a cop?
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| That was way back way 'fore Reagan passed the rock
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| Left us with a needle and a jump shot
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| Leave them countin' seconds on the fingers through the gunshots
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| Nigga, keep your head on a swivel
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| Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner
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| Run up on you any minute, you’ll be gone
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| I know niggas dead out of desperation
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| RIP my nigga Alan, damn, I wish you would’ve stayed at home
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| Learned to make the best out a shitty situation
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| No complaining, no more Xan', I leave the medicine alone
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| Dawg, I swear to God that I’m changing for the better
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| Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I’m wrong |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swivel, artist - Dreamville. Album song Revenge Of The Dreamers III: Director's Cut, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп