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Artist/Band:
Bubba Sparxxx
Lyrics for Song: Comin' Round
Lyrics for Album: Deliverance
I see you comin’ ‘round the bend
I just canÂ’t think of anything that can make me smile like you can
I see you comin’ ‘round the bend
I just canÂ’t think of anything that can make me smile like you can
ThereÂ’s a portion of the south in the spirit of this song
Keep followinÂ’ the fiddle, itÂ’ll never steer you wrong
IÂ’ve lived a lot of life so my innocence is blown
IÂ’m headin to the grave to replenish it at most
IÂ’ve been across the globe and IÂ’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 IÂ’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 ainÂ’t a one gust yet
As long as daddy know that his son does sweat
The same as he did for that uncut check
IÂ’ll sleep fine and a child will come
With the same last name as my poppaÂ’s sonÂ’s
And you can rest assure that my son will know
That his Da-da wasnÂ’t a one-squeal show
[Chorus]
One time for the New SouthÂ’s imminent progression
AinÂ’t the good lord so generous with blessings
Whenever it was needed heÂ’d send me some direction
IÂ’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 donÂ’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 thatÂ’s gone five weeks
HeÂ’s only fourteen, but heÂ’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 wonÂ’t pursue for the bread
And who was there to speak for him but Bubba
He listens to his own, canÂ’t relate to none other
The product of a bad hand and a young mother
If daddy wasnÂ’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 itÂ’s gonna be something on the table come supper
There, the plight of my people is uncovered
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