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[Intro] "You don't have to worry 'cuz I'm comin'..." Yeah! I see your hammer, see your car, see you Mr. Norm "Back to where I should have always stayed..." I see your circle, see your figures, see you're paranorm' "You don't have to worry 'cuz I'm comin'..." Eastside, Westside "Back to where I should have always stayed..." Eastcoast, Westcoast (yeah, Tom Mason!) North, South (PD!) [Verse 1] You see, I'm grown up now I got new thoughts New parkin' lot, pennies in the shoe box I got bank accounts Things that I own up A nice guy, but dont cross me for no push ova' Remember high school days, winters was colda' Rhyming at the bus stop to keep your hands warma' (hands warma') The days seemed a little longa' Back - when I had a fatha' But - now why botha'? I - I grew stronga' (what what? yeah...) A little longer to a performa' I said I grew stronga' Letras de cancionesYO! (yo... c'mon.. yeah) "Back to where I should have always stayed..." I'll take you back into my teenage years See, I did a little dirt Don't talk much about it But I was good at it, the cops had never heard about it I had a few friends who broke up over ends Man it's funny how that shit just stays a trend But in the end I wish 'em all of the best And all the success No time to give myself stress My kitchen now only 1 chef Left virgin, greenhouse, new success So, don't stress, mess test us Just leave, train, plane, car, bus Circles still reign victorious So when people try to bring me 'round all drama I - dip and handle just a bit of the scandle Then I bounce to the bahamas Two first class seats, me and hot mama 2 weeks then, back to greenhouse headquarters More albums on orda' More hard drives on orda'.. "Back to where I should have always stayed..." Yeah, yeah, yeah! [Hook] "You don't have to worry 'cuz I'm comin'..." Yeah! I see your hammer, see your car, see you Mr. Norm "Back to where I should have always stayed..." I see your circle, see your figures, see you're paranorm' "You don't have to worry 'cuz I'm comin'..." Eastside, Westside "Back to where I should have always stayed..." [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah Slim fast be the size Spec-tacs' on the eyes Size 13 feet with the hooks That got Marlin shook I took that from an old notebook My Principle grabbed at the Pope John Paul Cath I struggled with no cash No Bel-Air Prince Just my niggaz gettin' fingerprints on the wall, on the clip Yeah, I got your letter hommie and I did what you told me No father to scold me, my brother only Missed him for 6 years, so I'm raised by his peers But I love my mama dear, so I chose a career Now I travel often, condo, valet parkin' I leave history when I'm in the coffin Toronto I'll be laid so - y'all spread my name I'm like 21 when I entered the game 7 years lata', now the weight is much greata' Raise up the greenhouse antenna Not just the weight now, but the pockets less thinna' Got the whole circle with us We monster trucks to you small fucks We crush y'all chassis, for just bein' sassy (oh!) Nigga its I, Choclair (Choclair, Choclair, Choclair nigga) [Outro] "Back to where I should have always stayed..." "You don't have to worry 'cuz I'm comin'..." "Back to where I should have always stayed..." "Back to where I should have always stayed..." "You don't have to worry 'cuz I'm comin'..." "Back to where I should have always stayed..." "You don't have to worry 'cuz I'm comin'..." From Letras Mania