' on you Come around, come around I'm ready to sneak up on you Come around, come around When he doesn't give good lovin' Come around, come around Come
' on you Come around Come around I'm ready to Sneak up on you Come around Come around When he doesn't Give good lovin' Come around Come around Come over
Preklad: Joe. Come Around.
Sleepin' on you Come around Come around I'm ready to Sneak up on you Come around Come around When he doesn't Give good lovin' Come around Come around Come
nigga right out my window Blast your ass hit you with my direct blow Bo, coming through like G.I. Joe 'Star Wars' movie deal like Han Solo Make you bounce around
{{Joe Mafia}} I spark an L to a sunset meditatin Ill thoughts got my heart racin, chest with a mason Same blocks, ATF rush spots cats bubble humbly I'
, must mean 40s the new 30 Interesting, 'cause ever since then it's been in a sence An extension for veteran rappers that are better than half Of the shit coming
out jailbirds sing Let's rock Everybody, let's rock Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone Little Joe
that comes with a spectacle if everywhere I go I just leave behind residue tell me, trust me, I wona??t think nothing less of you [Chorus] Ia??m sorry I aina??t around
punk forever, to more terror forever Yeah, streets is ours, come on, now I mean It ain't never gonna stop, search, Raul, J.P. fa' ev'r come on
clay. Joey, Joey, Why did they have to come and blow you away? It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun "I'm around too many children
you, come on, yeah It's one of the coolest spots in town You take too much though it's bound to get you down She's got a boyfriend they call Big Joe
this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge Today Billie Joe McAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge" Papa said to Mama as he passed around the black-eyed peas "Well, Billie Joe
for the fans, girls, money, and fame I played their game and as they scream my name I will show no shame, I live and die for this And if I come off soft
. In a gadda da vida, baby, Don'tcha know that I'll always be true. [Hey Joe/Jimi Hendrix] Hey Joe, where ya goin' with that gun in your hand? Hey Joe
, fucked him up, up, up, up And wake up, wake up, wake up By the caffeine and green and nicotine and a Yute Ferrari, aye Come around our way (yeah)
