Текст песни Comin' Round

[Chorus] - 2X

I see you comin round the barn

I just can't think of anything that can

make me smile like you can

[Bubba Sparxxx - talking over Chorus]

Yeah, yeah

It's the era of the New South, yes sir

Sooner or later, one way or another

[Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx]

There's a portion of the south in the spirit of this song

Keep followin the fiddle, it'll never steer you wrong

I've lived a lot of life, so my innocence is blown

I'm headin to La Grange, to replenish it at home

I've been across the globe and I've seen the world's charm

I taught 'em my slang, I didn't mean the world harm

It makes the soul smile to see what I've accomplished

I got up out the woods without a map or a compass

Life does change and the sun does set

But my last breath ain't a one gust yet

As long as daddy knows that his son does sweat

The same as he did for that unjust check

I'll sleep fine and a child will come

With the same last name as my papa's son

And you can rest assure that my son will know

That his dada wasn't a one squeal show

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx]

One time for the New South's imminent progression

Thank the good lord so generous with blessings

Whenever it was needed he'd send me some direction

I'd gaze up in the sky and take a minute for reflection

Is it baby balls or a miniature erection

It makes you view change with degenerate dejection

Pay no nevermind to what the Senator's confessin

He don't really mean it, he just winnin his election

Nothin they can do to have prevented this obsession

With the vaccination of innocence infection

My heart is behind it if I hint it or suggest it

I finish with aggression but meant it with affection
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To the common man at the end of his oppression

Welcome into church only meant for the collection

And the common woman, gender's no exception

Please keep providing with men in your reflection

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]

There is no king for the throne I seat

All by myself, so alone I leap

For the young boy, daddy gone five weeks

He's only fourteen, but he's grown by me

Cause he keep the heat on and his little sister fed

With his knowledge of the land and the tools in the shed

He could be in school, but he chose this instead

No avenue he won't pursue for the bread

And who was there to speak for him but Bubba

He listens to his own, can't relate to none other

The product of a bad hand and a young mother

If daddy wasn't ready all it took was one rubber

To prevent the pain that his family done suffered

Thankfully his son is a real come upper

Cause it's gonna be somethin on the table come supper

There the plight of my people is uncovered

[Chorus] - 4X

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Hey people!

Let me see if you can work it

And say ..

[Missy Elliot from "Work It"]

*"I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it"* - backwards - 2X

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Hey people!

Let me show you the reverse trick

[Missy Elliot from "Work It"]

"I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it" - 2X

[*beat from song mixed with Missy Elliot's "Work It" beat*]

C'mon ..

C'mon ..

C'mon ..

C'mon ..

Uh huh