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Don't Turn Around Video (MV)




Performed By: John Stamps
Length: 2:29
Written by: Kevin Hofmeister




John Stamps - Don't Turn Around Lyrics




Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no

Move a hundred pounds
Shoot a hundred rounds
That don't mean anybody gotta like you know know
F*ck a hundred hoes
Up and down the coast
That don't mean that you've got a right to this world
Seen a lot of things
Wish i didn't see
Things i don't really like to write back no more
Got demons that'll fight back for sure
Ran into them last night at my show
I don't wanna race
I don't wanna waste
But I can't stop waking up on the floor
Feeling stuck in place
Stuck in second place
Gotta change my pace
But my right foot so sore
Single shot I take
And that bottle break
So I don't sleep with my riffle no more
Looking up at you looking down at me
Level ground you don't get to be the Eiffel no more
I don't wanna wait for our lives to be over
Gotta work on being sober
If I want to live in LA by October
If I want to end it is it really over
F*ck the destination you're the one that drove her
F*ck the steering wheel cuz baby you're the motor
Hit my Motorola looking for some odor
Better with Beretta never been a toter
Thought somebody told ya
As you're getting older
People getting colder
Cold like Minnesota
Then you turn to soda
And you're bumping Sosa
Drinking lean lean
Til it's comatose
In the wrong crowd like Omarosa
Hundred dollar brunch
Where my damn mimosa
I can feel it coming know we're getting closer
Got its ups and downs
Like a roller coaster
Whiskey on the coaster
Cobain on the poster
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Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no

Move a hundred pounds
Shoot a hundred rounds
That don't mean anybody gotta like you know know
F*ck a hundred hoes
Up and down the coast
That don't mean that you've got a right to this world
Seen a lot of things
Wish i didn't see
Things i don't really like to write back no more
Got demons that'll fight back for sure
Ran into them last night at my show
I don't wanna race
I don't wanna waste
But I can't stop waking up on the floor
Feeling stuck in place
Stuck in second place
Gotta change my pace
But my right foot so sore
Single shot I take
And that bottle break
So I don't sleep with my riffle no more
Looking up at you looking down at me
Level ground you don't get to be the Eiffel no more
I don't wanna wait for our lives to be over
Gotta work on being sober
If I want to live in LA by October
If I want to end it is it really over
F*ck the destination you're the one that drove her
F*ck the steering wheel cuz baby you're the motor
Hit my Motorola looking for some odor
Better with Beretta never been a toter
Thought somebody told ya
As you're getting older
People getting colder
Cold like Minnesota
Then you turn to soda
And you're bumping Sosa
Drinking lean lean
Til it's comatose
In the wrong crowd like Omarosa
Hundred dollar brunch
Where my damn mimosa
I can feel it coming know we're getting closer
Got its ups and downs
Like a roller coaster
Whiskey on the coaster
Cobain on the poster
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Writer: Kevin Hofmeister
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