Rounds Lyrics - 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 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 

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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 

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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