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Bubba Sparxxx - Comin' Round lyrics
I see you comin’ ‘round the bend I just can’t think of anything that can make me smile like you can I see you comin’ ‘round the bend I just can’t think of anything that can make me smile like you can 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 the grave to replenish it at most I’ve been across the globe and I’ve seen the worlds 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 know that his son does sweat The same as he did for that uncut check I’ll sleep fine and a child will come With the same last name as my poppa’s son’s And you can rest assure that my son will know That his Da-da wasn’t a one-squeal show [Chorus] One time for the New South’s imminent progression Ain’t the good lord so generous with blessings Whenever it was needed he’d send me some direction I’d gaze up at 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 senators confession He don’t really mean it, he just winning his election Nothing 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 To the common man at the end of his oppression Welcome into church only meant for collection And the common woman, genders no exception Please keep providing with men in your reflection [Chorus] There is no king for the throne I seat All by myself, so alone I leap For the young boy that’s gone five weeks He’s only fourteen, but he’s grown by me Cause he keeps 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 something on the table come supper There, the plight of my people is uncovered |
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