VINNIE PAZ - Karma lyrics

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What goes around comes around

What goes around comes around

What goes around comes around

What, what, what goes around

What, what, what goes around

Uh K.A.R.M.A comes around if you do dirt for the penance

In my lifetime finish, here I had plenty

Credit cards, scales, times I brought the mass with me

I had to dash quick, switch place with my moms with

A getaway driver, I’m the damn...

That’s my story, but I’m sticking to it bumping... music

These devils I’m hearing got the... influence

I’m riding, see Jesus in the passenger

Vinnie Hubbs and John ... the massacre

Don’t let my age fool you, I got jewels like African

Time to come through for my sins like the...

Life’s so real, that gives those chills

Sure, I can’t escape for my balls, I must go

Momma said I had days like this, and Karma’s a bitch

26 ...raising kids like this, huh

What, what

What, what, what goes around

What, what, what goes around

What, what

It comes around full circle when you’re planning...

But the ground’s too fertile.

Trying to stay on track,

Yeah, I found a few hurdles

But my shortcuts turn into my worst wounds

I’m thinking back to my fowl ways

Grown man stuck in my child days

And fast bugs .. turn into bad luck

Backing up, getting backed up.

Mad as fuck! I’m in the back of a paddy truck

Goddamn, I had enough!

Young and wild, act as I never had enough

But in reality had more than the average does

Took for granted what was granted to us

And you cough like, damn, look what was landed us!

Doing damn shit, depressing down dump prints

We got a bright future, so I’m begging for a sponge man

Man, it never had to be this way

But either way, I’ll see him in my dreams today!

What, what

What, what, what goes around

What, what, what goes around

What, what

Still paying for shit I did back in ‘94

A disrespectful assholes just to ...

My momma told me that’s not what I was designed for

Have phones playing black flags at war

You don’t wanna be locked up behind bars

Don’t wanna see the big masters in a...

You don’t understand the purpose of divine law

Rick Ross can rhyme, but it ain’t a crime, lord!

Why you think they shooters motherfucker lie for?

Cause you can tell that he a gangster from him eyeballs.

I wrote graffiti first time I saw star wars

Me and my father watch three days in the condo

I’m just trying to enter to the greatness at God’s door

I’m just trying to see through the faithless of side dogs

Biggie is stupid, is something I’m trying to die for

My son Marciano who I gotta ride for!

What goes up it must go down

What goes up it must go down

What goes up and what comes down

You could learn ...

Talking what goes up it must come down!

What goes up and what comes down