Lyrics

This Time Around (Michael Jackson)

This time around I’ll never get bit
Though you really wanna fix me
This time around you’re making me sick
Though you really wanna get me
Somebody’s out
Somebody’s out to get me
They really wanna fix me, hit me
But this time around I'm taking no shit
Though you really wanna get me
You really wanna get me

(He really thought he really had)
Had a hold on me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me
(He really thought he really had)
Control of me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really could control me

This time around I’ll never get bit
Though you really wanna get me
(You really wanna get me)
This time around I’m taking no shit
Though you really wanna fix me
Somebody's out
Somebody's out to use me
They really want to use me
And they falsely accuse me
This time around
They'll take it like spit
’Cause you really can’t control me

(He really thought he really had)
Had a hold on me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me
(He really thought he really had)
A hold on me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me
(He really thought he really had)
Had a hold on me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me
(He really thought he really had)
A hold on me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me

[Rap: The Notorious BIG]
Listen, I’ve got problems of my own
Flashin’ cameras, taps on my phone
Even in my home I ain’t safe as I should be
Things always missin’
Maybe it could be my friends
They ain’t friends if they're robbin’ me
Stoppin’ me from makin’ a profit, see
Apology shallow like the ocean
I guess I’ll resort to gun totin’
If I was dead broke and smokin’
I’d probably be by my lonesome
I’m a killer nigga I ain’t jokin’
Endo smoke got me choked and I’m hopin’
The fool comes slippin’
So I could blow’em open
This time around
I changed up my flow
Got rid of the rocks
Got Pitts by the door
I’ve raised other peoples to watch my back
Stay away from strangers
So I won’t slack
And I know my nigga Mike like that
Baby

This time around yeah...
(He really thought he really had)
Control of me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me
(He really thought he really had)
A hold on me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me
(He really thought he really had)
Had a hold on me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me
(He really thought he really had)
Control of me
(He really thought he really had)
They thought they really had control of me

Ad libs to fade

(written and composed by Michael Jackson, Dallas Austin, Bruce Swedien & Rene Moore)

© 1995 MIJAC Music (BMI), administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) / EMI April Music Inc. / DARP Music (ASCAP) / Bruce Swedien Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Rene Moore Music (ASCAP)
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