paroles de chanson Guess Who's Back - Fashawn
And
the
world
still
spins
going
round
and
round
You
just
gotta
make
it
until
the
lost
is
found
(Hit
me
Matter
of
fact)
And
the,
and
the
world
still
spins
goin'
around
and
round
and
round...
(Get
your
stamps
on
your
passport
up,
you
dig
what
I'm
saying
It's
next
level
shit
man)
(This
ain't
revolutionary
it's
evolutionary
Evolve
my
nigga)
And
the,
and
the
world
still
spins
goin'
round
and
round
and
round
Starve
myself
like
Ghandi
on
behalf
of
my
art
Believe
I
give
you
my
all,
never
half
of
my
heart,
breathe
for
you
Travel
millions
of
miles
at
jet
speed
for
you
Even
overseas
we're
blue
Keep
it
regional?
I
had
no
reason
to
Art
minus
the
easel,
I'm
unbelievable
Fled
the
coast
just
to
change
the
climates,
came
at
Islands
Puff
on
the
loud
'til
my
whole
gang
was
silent
My
change
piling,
so
fly
I
could
change
pilots
Campaign
whiling,
my
brain
remain
clouded
My
mind
storm,
when
it's
time
to
perform
To
be
honest
if
I
clicked
it,
probably
pouring
Your
raps
bore
me,
I
could
define
your
style
Just
ask
Maury,
take
the
glory
I
take
the
gouda,
you
know
the
story,
the
avenue
I
grew
up
Niggas
thought
I
trade
my
old
life
for
a
new
one,
nah
Guess
who's
back,
as
if
I'd
left
Excuse
me
I
been
busy
I've
been
on
my
grizzly
Had
to
put
on
for
my
city
Guess
who's
back,
as
if
I'd
left
Excuse
me
I've
been
my
busy
I've
been
on
my
busy
Had
to
put
on
for
my
city
Guess
who's
back
Look
up
in
the
sky,
it's
a
bird,
it's
a
plane
Nah,
that's
just
a
grizzly
representing
this
game
Mississippi
roots,
I
descended
from
slaves
Far
from
Lynchburg,
but
I
know
where
niggas
hang
I
just
spent
enough
dollars
on
my
chain
So
much,
I
done
seen
to
dollars
turn
into
change,
holla
I
want
to
be
royalty
to
the
rap
scholars
Make
hits,
take
hits
like
Math
Hoffa
Fash
hotter
than
a
favela
in
Guatemala
8 baby
mamas
sittin'
in
the
sauna
I
wasn't
KKK
but
I
understood
Why
it's
hard
to
hibernate
in
my
hood
Before
I
ever
seen
an
itinerary
I
made
57
visits
to
the
cemetery
From
a
derelict,
to
a
diety
Easily
I
make
a
atheist
believe
in
me,
now
Fuck
anybody
who
thought
it
was
over,
literally
Only
thing
I
left
was
my
mark
on
the
culture
Niggas
fear
me,
clearly
they
are
not
on
my
level
I'm
a
prophet,
a
rebel,
obviously
ghetto
Cockin'
my
metal,
autograph
signer
When
I
stop
at
Valero,
had
a
12
year
old
kid
tell
me
I
was
his
hero
But
instead
of
a
cape,
I
wear
a
cap
Who's
to
say
I
alter
my
faith,
that
ain't
a
fact
Even
before
adolescence,
Fash
was
destined
Craft
perfected
from
a
dirty
pad
I
sketched
in
From
lad
to
legend,
I
made
it
to
London
Imagine
if
I
had
stayed
in
the
dungeon,
nigga
I
would
have
never
signed
to
Esco,
never
rhymed
with
Rakim
Tell
me,
how
could
I
ever
let
go
huh?
Your
fantasy
ain't
fuckin'
with
my
facts
Somebody
tell
these
bustas
out
the
back
Shawn,
stacks
I'm
back
Excuse
me
I've
been
busy
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