Turn Around-Sola Rosa

Papa never said anything about this Your mama never listen to a word that you say Simple little words just to make another chain So lay dead in my grave Fall in the gaps and I can't get up Pulling up the ropes and it gets so tough Strategy thoughts till I'm on the top And I won't cry for help The lies, the truth To ease the pain You know you got to say a thing Child force to lose or gain It's time they recognise your name Simple word is all I say, no more lies and arguments Start again, start again Turn around, don't you come back this way I hold my grounds Never take your judgement Never take your judgement So why you gotta lie for Why you gotta speak for Why you wanna tell all the things that you know we just don't agree on Oh my bad, did I put you down So sad, and so you blame myself You mad, do I care oh well Get off the bus and ride yourself Now i'ma turn it around Get an amount Settle me out Figure it out Speak your mind, define this Hold up, hold up You gotta tell me now so we can figure it out Let me know what you be thinking about Ooh oh Where do you go, where do you go, where do you go Na Na Na No. Turn around, don't you come back this way I hold my grounds Never take your judgement Never take your judgement Turn around, don't you come back this way I hold my grounds Never take your judgement Never take your judgement Vocals: Iva Lamkum Production / Organ / Synths / Programming: Andrew Spraggon Guitar: Ben White Bass: Matt Short Drums: Will Scott Trombone: Hadyn Godfrey Trumpet: Andrew McDowall Backing Vocals: Caitlin Smith Scratches: Scratch 22 Drum engineering: Tom Miskin