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Comin' Round Lyrics - Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx

I see you comin' round the bend 

I just can't think of anything 

That can make me smile like you can 

I see you comin' round the bend 

I just can't think of anything 

That can make me smile like you can 

 

There's a portion of the south in the spirit of this song 

Keep followin' the fiddle, it'll never steer you wrong 

I've lived a lot of life so my innocence is blown 

I'm headin' to the grave to replenish it at most 

I've been across the globe and I've seen the world's charm 

I taught 'em my slang, I didn't mean the world harm 

It makes the soul smile to see what I've accomplished 

I got up out the woods without a map or a compass 

 

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Life does change, and the sun does set 

But my last breath ain't a one gust yet 

As long as daddy know that his son does sweat 

The same as he did for that uncut check 

I'll sleep fine and a child will come 

With the same last name as my poppa's son's 

And you can rest assure that my son will know 

That his da-da wasn't a one squeal show 

 

I see you comin' round the bend 

I just can't think of anything 

That can make me smile like you can 

I see you comin' round the bend 

I just can't think of anything 

That can make me smile like you can 

 

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One time for the New South's imminent progression 

Ain't the good Lord so generous with blessings 

Whenever it was needed He'd send me some direction 

I'd gaze up at the sky and take a minute for reflection 

Is it baby balls, or a miniature erection 

It makes you view change with degenerate dejection 

Pay no nevermind to what the senators confession 

He don't really mean it, he just winning his election 

 

Nothing they can do to have prevented this obsession 

With the vaccination of innocence infection 

My heart is behind it if I hint it or suggest it 

I finish with aggression but meant it with affection 

To the common man at the end of his oppression 

Welcome into church only meant for collection 

And the common woman, genders no exception 

Please keep providing with men in your reflection 

 

I see you comin' round the bend 

I just can't think of anything 

That can make me smile like you can 

I see you comin' round the bend 

I just can't think of anything 

That can make me smile like you can 

 

There is no king for the throne I seat 

All by myself, so alone I leap 

For the young boy that's gone five weeks 

He's only fourteen, but he's grown by me 

'Cause he keeps the heat on and his little sister fed 

With his knowledge of the land and the tools in the shed 

He could be in school, but he choose this instead 

No avenue he won't pursue for the bread 

 

And who was there to speak for him but Bubba 

He listens to his own, can't relate to none other 

The product of a bad hand and a young mother 

If daddy wasn't ready all it took was one rubber 

To prevent the pain that his family done suffered 

Thankfully his son is a real come upper 

'Cause it's gonna be something on the table come supper 

There, the plight of my people is uncovered 

 

I see you comin' round the bend 

I just can't think of anything 

That can make me smile like you can 

I see you comin' round the bend 

I just can't think of anything 

That can make me smile like you can 

 

I see you comin' round the bend 

I just can't think of anything 

That can make me smile like you can 

I see you comin' round the bend 

I just can't think of anything 

That can make me smile like you can 

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