I know if I'm haunting you You must be haunting me You must be onto me (on to you, I'm on to you) What goes up, ghost around Ghost around It's where we go It's where we'll be On to you, you must be on to me

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know

And they said it changes when the sun goes down Around here They said it changes when the sun goes down And what a scummy man Just give him half a chance I bet he'll rob you if he can So who's that girl there? I wonder what went wrong So that she had to

Doesn't matter where we are are are are As the sun goes down We were, wash around me now Doesn't matter, no Nothings ever what we expect Oh, we're chasing as the sun set Got my mind on you If there's a moment when it's perfect

It's a small world ("It's a...small world...") What goes around, comes around A very small world ("It's a...small world...") At the time you least expect it You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow Nigga you reap what

You made it clear that you're unhappy, yeah Go ahead and have your fun now Just remember what goes around comes around So you don't got to worry about me Maybe maybe I should have loved me first What goes around, it comes around, yeah I held you down for

What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around comes around Don't want to think about it Don't want to talk about it I'm just so sick about it Can't believe it's ending this way Just so confused about it Feeling

What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga You say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is

Tellin' me the things you that heard about Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things Somethin' feels off when I come around Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in?' 'You,' everyone used to say 'til the church lets out That goes

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know