Biz Markie

Biz Markie - What Comes Around Goes Around lyrics

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What comes around goes around

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

 What comes around goes around
 You know what I'm talkin about
 What comes around goes around
 What comes around goes around
 What comes around goes around
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Author: Biz Markie

Composer: ?

Publisher: Warner Bros. Records Inc., WEA International Inc.

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Released in: 2002

Language: English

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