Swivel (Explicit)

Swivel (Explicit) - EARTHGANG

Lyrics by：Eian Parker/Olu Fann/Roosevelt Harrell

Composed by：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

N***a keep your head on a swivel

Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner

Run up on you any minute you'll be gone

I know n***as dead out of desperation

RIP my n***a Alan d**n I wish you would've stayed at home

Learned to make the best out of s**tty situation

No complaining no more Xan I leave the medicine alone

Dawg I swear to God that I'm changing for the better

F**k 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-mâché

Like piñata 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 time and 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

N***a keep your head on a swivel

Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner

Run up on you any minute you'll be gone

I know n***as dead out of desperation

RIP my n***a Alan d**n I wish you would've stayed at home

Learned to make the best out of s**tty situation

No complaining no more Xan I leave the medicine alone

Dawg I swear to God that I'm changing for the better

F**k 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

S**t around my block where we used to knock

Couple souls fly wasn't nothin' like you guys what y'all on

S**t 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 b***h up feelings get involved

Neighborhood on lock f**k we need a cop

That was way back way 'fore Reagan passed the rock

Left us with a needle and a jump shot

Leave you countin' seconds on

The fingers through the gunshots

N***a keep your head on a swivel

Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner

Run up on you any minute you'll be gone

I know n***as dead out of desperation

RIP my n***a Alan d**n

I wish you would've stayed at home

Learned to make the best out of s**tty situation

No complaining no more Xan

I leave the medicine alone

Dawg I swear to God that I'm changing for the better

F**k whoever got the nerve to

Try to tell me that I'm wrong