Turn Around

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