Rounds

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 waking up to in the morning Kissing and loving' and touching and keeping me moaning No smoke, but I miss it 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 When I make it pop, I'm gon' empty 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, let'chu 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 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 When I make it pop, I'm gon' empty that bottle When I'm out on the road, hold on to my pillow We go back and forth for rounds 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 lick your lips a lot because you like how it taste Honey comb dripping down all over your face 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 When I make it pop, I'm gon' empty that bottle When I'm out on the road, hold on to my pillow We go back and forth for rounds Rounds, rounds, rounds Can you go rounds? Can you go rounds? Can you go rounds? Can you go rounds? Rounds