歌手:Dreamville
专辑:《Revenge Of The Dreamers III》

作词 : Eian Parker/Olu Fann/Roosevelt Harrell
作曲 : Eian Parker/Olu Fann/Roosevelt Harrell
Head on a swivel
Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner
Run up on you any minute, you'll be gone
Yeah
*****, keep your head on a swivel
Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner
Run up on you any minute, you'll be gone
I know ****** dead out of desperation
RIP my ***** Allen Dem, I wish you would've stayed at home
Learned to make the best out of shitty situation
No complaining, no more Xan, I leave the medicine alone
Y'all gon' swear to God that I'm changing for the better
**** whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I'm wrong
I done made it up, I done made it out
I done made a way, we been makin' waves, we been making sounds
Rappers hella fake, they papier-maché
Like pinata, they can't wait to break, I can animate
Promise mama she gon' see the day when we all okay
All it really take is dedication, I pray
For the hunger to be permanent, no matter what that make
Hey, batter, batter, swing, bake
Whip the batter for the cake
*****, keep your head on a swivel
Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner
Run up on you any minute, you'll be gone
I know ****** dead out of desperation
RIP my ***** Allen Dem, I wish you would've stayed at home
Learned to make the best out of shitty situation
No complaining, no more Xan, I leave the medicine alone
Y'all gon' swear to God that I'm changing for the better
**** whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I'm wrong
I don't know what it is, man, I just
I don't think I'ma be here much longer, man
Something's watching me, man
Something's following me
Something want me dead, man
Pray for me, pray for me, please
Hell, when I was young, I ain't had to pop no guns
Nothing cracking in the slums you couldn't handle on your own
**** around my block where we used to knock
Couple souls fly, wasn't nothin' like you guys, which I loan
**** it wasn't nice, wasn't paradise
Wasn't lights back to back to back, many nights was on our own
Mama had to work, papa had three jobs
No, we not Jamaican, my sir, but we all was robbed, hah
Should've kept my head on a weave and bob
I'd rather be dead than to weep and sob
So we solve any major prob with the quick resolve
Had to squab', circle that ***** up, feelings get involved
Neighborhood on lock, **** we need a cop?
That was way back way 'fore Reagan passed the rock
Left us with a needle and a jumpshot
Leave you countin' seconds on the fingers through the gunshots
*****, keep your head on a swivel
Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner
Run up on you any minute, you'll be gone
I know ****** dead out of desperation
RIP my ***** Allen Dem, I wish you would've stayed at home
Learned to make the best out of shitty situation
No complaining, no more Xan, I leave the medicine alone
Y'all gon' swear to God that I'm changing for the better
**** whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I'm wrong