Mistah F.A.B. was born and raised in North Oakland and raised by his grandmother and his mother, who sometimes worked four jobs to support him while his father was incarcerated. When F.A.B. was 12, his father died of complications of AIDS. Around that time, F.A.B. started writing and rapping. In high school F.A.B. competed in freestyle rap.
Don't Come Around
Mistah F.A.B. Lyrics
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Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore
Though I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Darling, I guess my mind's more at ease
But nevertheless why stir up memories?
Been invited on dates
Might have gone but what for?
Awf'lly diff'rent without you
Don't get around much anymore
In Mistah F.A.B.'s song Don't Come Around, he astutely blends the melancholy tones of the trumpet in Duke Ellington's "Don't Get Around Much Anymore" with the lyrics of a failed relationship. The opening lines show the regret of not having someone there to share a joyful moment with, a fitting image for a breakup where memories are now just reminders of what once was. Mistah F.A.B. portrays a sense of aimlessness in trying to move forward, as he walks up to the club but cannot bring himself to go in, fearing the questions he would face about his significant other.
The lines "Darling, I guess my mind's more at ease, But nevertheless why stir up memories?" depict the two inner voices battling it out within oneself. On the one hand, it is easier to keep moving forward and not dwell in the past. On the other hand, the memory of the past is all that is left, and there is a struggle not to be consumed by it. The final verse speaks of an invitation to go on a date that he declines, as he knows it wouldn't be the same without his former partner by his side. The song ends with the same haunting trumpet tune that started it all, making the listener yearn for the unresolved emotions that the song brought to life.
Line by Line Meaning
Missed the Saturday dance
I didn't go to the dance on Saturday
Heard they crowded the floor
I heard a lot of people went to the dance and the dance floor was crowded
Couldn't bear it without you
I couldn't handle going to the dance without you
Don't get around much anymore
I don't go out much anymore
Though I'd visit the club
I thought about going to the club
Got as far as the door
But I didn't actually go in, I only made it to the door
They'd have asked me about you
If I went to the club, people would have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore
I don't go out much anymore
Darling, I guess my mind's more at ease
I feel more relaxed and at peace now
But nevertheless why stir up memories?
But even though I feel at ease, why bring back memories?
Been invited on dates
I've been asked out on dates
Might have gone but what for?
I might have gone on the dates, but what's the point?
Awf'lly diff'rent without you
It's really different without you
Don't get around much anymore
I don't go out much anymore
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Duke Ellington, Bob Russell
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cudda calhoun
Kiese Went hard on this!!!
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RIP KEISE FROST
esotericagenda
Couldn't have said it better myself bruh...But sometimes I'm glad this real ass music stays here in Northern Cali. I've been a Bay Area rap fanatic since way back in the day, hardly any rappers from anywhere else compare with the raw ass reality comin out this trapped out grimey gangster shit. By the way, Oakland is doin it wayyy the fuck too big right now, damn near everything comin out the town slapps hard, between Livewire, Bearface and all that shit, MOB!
cudda calhoun
RIP LIL FROST 2018
OFF TOPPA!!!! Blocc Rolling It's
It's Old School Cranking💯💯💯💯
Siwatu Garrett
Skills is on point Age! I'ma needja soon bruh! Lol
6Hunnit
shoutout Blast went N #icecity #bakerfamties #bearfaced
reall shooter
KEEP THA SLAP UP.......................
Brian Fermandois
mah nigga blast went off on dis shit, hella dope beat. MOB 3RD WORLD
Marcus Chavez
This beat hard thoe
lilbarney510
and i move it like im racin money i be chasin glocks 30 casin and the syrup i be wastin cause im movin slow mo like im walkin outta space man and the k be shakin