Discover the poetic beauty in ‘All Around the World’ by 67. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 67 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
This goes for all around the world
Till the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world (sixty)
Till the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on (six-seven, click-clack!)
I’m drunk from the show last night but
I gotta catch a flight in the morning
More time we overseas doing shows
‘Cause the UK got boring
Young rich nigga, know I stay balling
If I take shots in the field, then I’m scoring
Click clack bang, watch how they’re falling
On sight, shoot man down with no warning
Violent when we do the roads
Skrr up, hit man up and then go
Dimzy just know that’s my bro
If you’re on him, I’m giving out smoke
From young I’ve been doing road
Had handguns, shottys all in my home
All skengman, the opps, them man know
Drilla’, who you know that’s realer?
I get opps and awards and the pengest of gyal
How the f*ck could I not be a winner? (How)
It’s been two years since SJ lurked
‘Bout time that they freed my hitter
T Rolz, that’s bro
M.A., that’s bro
I’m surrounded by trappers and drilla’s
New wap, gorgeous
Beyoncé clip ’cause it’s flawless
Can’t lay down with every gyal
I’m not anyone, B, I’m cautious
Big weapon, low mileage, hot stepping in Jordans
Amsterdam that’s my second home
They ain’t treating man like no tourist
This goes for all around the world
Till the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world
Till the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on
Dasheen
Straight to the bando, getting that cash in
Money haffi mek, money haffi mash
Taking trips all around the world
I go overseas for them bands
I don’t ever change, I just switch it up
Big .44 make a man bitch up
From old school, we’ve been drilling stuff
Two skengs in a four-door truck
Peng tings wanna rock with us
Tell a sexy girl twerk it up
Peng tings wanna rock with us
Tell a sexy girl twerk it up
Mad
Let’s lurk then get back to work
Feds won’t let me go, they love searching
They just wanna stop a man earning
Every pig deserves to get burnt
We brought waps out of them Germans
Chunky stones, I watched them disperse
So think first
Wap with a clip on the side, take you off this earth
We was on the block in them flights
Now bookings overseas, we do flights
On stage in the crowd I see lights
And lights, and lights
White girls go red when I say hi
I’m smoking cookie spliffs for the night
I remember team days on bikes
We left pools of blood where he lied
This hammer gon’ make you famous
Roll up on your block
Two shells up, leave a nigga brainless
From way back, been pulling up in four doors with no faces
With the gang charging them flavours
See this cookie here is outrageous
Yo, man’s doing this for the hood
Hood niggas from the southwest, trap line bling ’cause it should
Gun smoke for the opps
Them man be spinning round in their hood
Six-seven going global, man I never knew that we would (six-seven)
This goes for all around the world
Till the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world
Till the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on
Get me, alla dat
Ai, gang, gang