Goes around
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What comes around goes around
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Sittin here reminiscin back to high school
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When everytime I see you, girl, you know that I drool
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Day-dreamin in class thinkin what would I say
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When I saw you, but you never looked my way
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It started freshman year and lasted straight to the 12th grade
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I have to give it to you, though, you was top-shelf, babe
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I asked myself time and time again: what was it
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About me that made me treat me like a buzzard
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I speak to you in the hall and you ignore me
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You keep walkin and talkin like you never saw me
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You didn't have to conversate with me, I can say that
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It woulda made my day if you just had waved back
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I used to buy you candy, lollypops and gum drops
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I even pack a extra-sandwich in my lunch box
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You're treatin me like dirt and everyone in the school knows
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You call me out my name and crack jokes on my school clothes
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If anyone could make you feel good, girl, I could
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But you give me that look like you don't wanna be bothered
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But that's okay, just keep on frontin, see
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Cause one day I'ma make it, and you'll be wantin me
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Been tryin hard ever since I graduated
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To make it big, and yes, I finally made it
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Been doin shows, videos and tv
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Now everywhere you go everybody knows me
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Now the tables have turned and now it's me you're hawkin
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Now I turn up my nose, and keep on walkin
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You see, ladies marvel me in clubs frequently
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And you make it your duty to come and speak to me
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Rememberin how she played me in the past
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Yeah, we can talk, I'm in a rush, please make it fast
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And we can start off with all the men you been with
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And don't come poppin that just-a-friend bit
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Remember how you used to diss me and play me out, how
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Come you got so much stuff to talk about now?
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The word's around town that you're on the money tip
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But sorry, I can't do nothin for ya, honey dip
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So pardon me as I make my way to the dancefloor
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And over to the bar because that's what I came for
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Cuties pamperin me with champagne and roses
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As I think to myself: thank God for showbiz!
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Everywhere I turn girlies throwin me rhythm
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Drinkin and thinkin who will be my victim
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Here comes that girl that used to diss me
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She whispers in my ear could she come home with me
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Yup, get your coat and we could shoot north
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Took her to the crib, and cold knocked her boots off
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After i got it, yo, I never did call back
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Thinkin how she used to front like she was all that
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It's a new game, and the odds are in my favor
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She caught the vapors and nothin could save her
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What comes around goes around
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You know what I'm talkin about
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What comes around goes around
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What comes around goes around
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What comes around goes around
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What Comes Around Goes Around
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Biz Markie |