Lyrics:

I dedicate this record the carnival to all you brothers takin long trips
down south, virginia, balitmore all round the world and your girl gets
this message that you aint commin' back, she sittin back in her room, da
lights is off, shes cryin, and then my voice comes in (pow) and this is
what i tell her for you

CHORUS

every time i make a run, girl you turn around and cry, i ask myself why
oh why, see you must understand i cant work a 9 to 5, so ill be gone til
november, said ill be gone till november ill be gone till november, you
tell my girl yo i be gone till november, ill be gone till november ill
be gone til november, you tell my girl yo ill be gone till november,
january, february, march, april, may, i see you cryin but girl i cant
stay ill be gone till november, ill be gone till november... and give a
kiss to my motha..

when i come back there be no time to clock, ill have enough money to buy
out the glocks, tell my brotha go to school in september so he wont mess
up in summer school in da summer, tell my cousin jerry wear his condom
if you dont wear condom you see a red line oh oo oo you sucka M.C.s you
got no flow i heard ya style you so so

CHORUS

I had to flick nothin and turn it in to somethin, hip hop turns to the
future of rock when i smash a pumpkin (bing) committ treason now i have
a reason to hunt you down its only right its rappers season, yea you
with the loud voice posin like your top choice, i make a hertz out of
ya rolls royce, besides i got my girl to remember and i committed that
ill be back in november.