I dedicate this record, The Carnival,
to all you brothers taking long
Virginia, Baltimore, all around the world.
And your girl gets this message
that you ain't coming back.
She's sitting back in her room,
the lights is off, she's crying.
And then my voice comes in,
pow, in the middle of the night.
And this is what I told her for you.
girl you turn around and cry
I can't work a nine to five
So I'll be gone, till November
Said I'll be gone till November,
I'll be gone till November
yo, I'll be gone till November
I'll be gone till November,
I'll be gone till November
yo, I'll be gone till November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin', but girl, I can't stay
I'll be gone till November,
I'll be gone till November
And give a kiss to my mother
there'll be no need to clock
I have enough money to buy out the blocks
Tell my brother, go to school in September
So he won't mess up in summer
Tell my cousin Jerry, wear his condom
If you don't wear condom,
You suck at MC's, you got no flow
I heard you style you S .O .S
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself, why, oh why?
So I'll be gone in November
Said I'll be gone till November,
I'll be gone till November
yo, I'll be gone till November
I'll be gone till November,
I'll be gone till November
yo, I'll be gone till November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you crying, but girl, I can't stay
I'll be gone till November,
I'll be gone till November
Don't give a kiss to my mother
I had to flip nothin' and turn
Hip -hop turns to the future rock
then I have a reason to hunt you down
It's Pony Rite, it's rapper season
Yeah, you with the loud voice,
posin' like the top choice
Your voice, I make the hearse
Besides, I got my girl to remember
And I committed that I'll
Girl, you turn around and cry,
I ask my self why, oh why
See, you must understand,
I can't work a nine to five
So I'll be gone till November
Said I'll be gone till November,
You tell my girl I'll be gone till November,
I'll be gone till November,
I'll be gone till November
You tell my girl you won't
January, February, March, April, May
I see you crying, but girl I can't stay
I'll be gone till November,
I'll be gone till November
Listen, mom, you give a kiss to my mother
I know the hustle's hard,