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Swing My Way Video (MV)




Performed By: Phabo
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Prince-Phabian Iman-Alexander Graham




Phabo - Swing My Way Lyrics
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(I know you got a nigga)
(He a Stanley, though)
(Real square guy)
(What?)
(Girl, I'll eat that thang like-)
(Let me stop, let me stop)

I promised I would never call you again
I ain't seen you since KKJ
Peaced out and went our separate ways
Some Kappa nigga in your face
Around this time I was sleeping on a homies couch
(Surf, surf, surfin', surfin')
Lost my best friend and my father in the same day
How I'm supposed to maintain?
Mentally, I ain't changed
Physically, my frame's drained energy
I should've been focused on pouring into me
I should've turned to therapy, not sympathy
Wishin' like Ray J, grant this one wish for me

Come swing my way, ayy
You know I still love for the kid
I still got room for you at the crib
If you wanna start over
Come swing my way, ayy
Free-falling through your city like the sidewalk is made of trampoline
'Cause I am what you say I am
If I wasn't me, then you would probably claim my jams
And put your friends on
I shouldn't have to ask these type of things, you dead wrong
You'll wait until I'm on
To see things my way
But come swing my way

Come swing my way, ayy
You know I still love for the kid
I still got room for you at the crib
If you wanna start over
Come swing my way, ayy
Free-falling through your city like the sidewalk is made of trampoline
'Cause I am what you say I am
If I wasn't me, then you would probably claim my jams
And put your friends on
I shouldn't have to ask these type of things, you dead wrong
You'll wait until I'm on
To see things my way
But come swing my way
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(I know you got a nigga)
(He a Stanley, though)
(Real square guy)
(What?)
(Girl, I'll eat that thang like-)
(Let me stop, let me stop)

I promised I would never call you again
I ain't seen you since KKJ
Peaced out and went our separate ways
Some Kappa nigga in your face
Around this time I was sleeping on a homies couch
(Surf, surf, surfin', surfin')
Lost my best friend and my father in the same day
How I'm supposed to maintain?
Mentally, I ain't changed
Physically, my frame's drained energy
I should've been focused on pouring into me
I should've turned to therapy, not sympathy
Wishin' like Ray J, grant this one wish for me

Come swing my way, ayy
You know I still love for the kid
I still got room for you at the crib
If you wanna start over
Come swing my way, ayy
Free-falling through your city like the sidewalk is made of trampoline
'Cause I am what you say I am
If I wasn't me, then you would probably claim my jams
And put your friends on
I shouldn't have to ask these type of things, you dead wrong
You'll wait until I'm on
To see things my way
But come swing my way

Come swing my way, ayy
You know I still love for the kid
I still got room for you at the crib
If you wanna start over
Come swing my way, ayy
Free-falling through your city like the sidewalk is made of trampoline
'Cause I am what you say I am
If I wasn't me, then you would probably claim my jams
And put your friends on
I shouldn't have to ask these type of things, you dead wrong
You'll wait until I'm on
To see things my way
But come swing my way
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Writer: Prince-Phabian Iman-Alexander Graham
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