Rounds - K. Michelle

Nothing in the world really matter to me

Without you there’s no focus, you’re a lens to me

I be slurrin'

I be all off beat

Look at the flick of my wrist

Look at the shoes on my feet

They don’t mean nothing

If you ain’t the one that I’m wakin' up to in the mornin'

Kissin' and lovin' and touchin' and giving me moanin'

You the only one I been with

Stuck on my mind, fucking you all of the time

All I need is a shot and a pillow

I be home all alone but we still go

Rounds, rounds

When I’m out on the road, I hold on to my pillow

We go back and forth, the shit goes

Rounds, rounds, rounds

You on the top and I hold down the bottom

Rounds, rounds

While I make it pop, I’m gon' that bottle

When I’m out on the road, hold on to my pillow

We go back and forth for rounds

You might think it’s crazy but that’s just the way that it is

When you on the grind and ain’t got enough time for your man

Good loving, quick fix in the bathroom does it

Facetime for a minute, lemme touch it

You the only that get it in the back of the Limousine

I’m so gone, let them see I don’t care

In my mind, I be on, you be pulling my hair

Pulling, pulling my hair, shit be crazy, I swear

Keep your head up strong, not much long til' I’m there

Rounds, rounds, rounds

Can you go rounds?

Can you go rounds?

Can you go rounds?

Can you go rounds?

Hand up on my waist, you whisper shit in my ear

Tell me all the nasty things that I like to hear

You like your lips a lot because you like how it taste

Honey comb dripping down all over your face

Rounds, rounds, rounds

Can you go rounds?

Can you go rounds?

Can you go rounds?

Can you go rounds?

Rounds