Lyrics:
part of the circus
Yea clowns are cool n all but not silly wanna be's fools
Stop wasting time because
Time flies by and we turn a blind eye
Time flies
demons
Waking up in the morning, wishing I was still dreaming
My hearts been broken by these fake situations
Feeling like a side character, I need is her
will tapped
I bet by now you've got me wrong
I bet by now you'll be moving on
A tall fence and a compass at rest
sticky situation got your head in
situations will put a brick
Wall up on a nigga
But either way I got to make it through
I know a lot of shit come my way
But it's ok
I know it probably could've
Stuck
In a sea of illusion
Awaking
To my disillusion
The situation
Is in the red
Who knows
What lies ahead
Time is not yet up
But unless humankind
your lies just mine
Look at how the time goes by
Either with or without you I'm fine
You say, whoa, whoa, I'm not ready to go
You got into the situation
walk by.
Fine as a fine glass of wine.
Let the time pass.
Can't find rhyme to define that.
You live in my mind. Who designed that?
I'm intertwined,
First hit, cool like shit, thought you were it
I was blinded by flawless
Things got a sticky yeah
And they got a tricky one
Same shot, thinking
I've really got to use my imagination
To think of good reasons
To keep on keepin' on
Got to make the best of a bad situation
Ever since that
or are you wrong
It isn't making any sense
Must we use the ultimate defense
Or watch the dominoes around us
All fall down
The situation's pressed,
where I'd be
Dead or in the penetentiary
From shootouts wit my enemy
Squeeze until my clips empty
But would they give sin to me
By the hands that was
here by my side now
I can't believe this love thing's got me spinning round and round
Yes, I keep pursuing like a stalker
Just wanna talk to her
Think
the facts make the right decision
A country run by the people was americas vision
A democratic society where we're in a position
That's why we have the right
My friend Billy he was actin' kinda silly by the seashore
He started goofin', countin' all the grains of sand
About a thousand and thirty he was
I've got a hundred thousand watts, hundred thousand dollar stereo
Surrounded by speakers but I'm mono as hell
Got a hundred sad songs about
I've really got to use my imagination
To think of good reasons
To keep on keepin' on
Got to make the best of a bad situation
Ever since that
without it
I gave you my heart for a stab in the back
I spent all my time on the table
Getting sawed in half
I'm better off than hanging by a thread
money) (I'm riding high)
(Jack, jack for your money)
Ran out of dope, my situation's back where I left
A voice quietly tellin' me, "You got to come
situation
Check it
Each time we hit the studio we lay down laws with no pause
We already be little with floors
Shit profection like the ultimate driving
The rhythm supplied by the superior b side
They had to twist and turn and shout
Turn the jam out, getcha' ready now, c'mon
The situation put you in
rhyme
The rhythm supplied by the superior be side
They had to twist and turn and shout
Turn the jam out, getcha' ready now, come on
The situation put
away lets take a drive
by need to get away i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready
Ain't a damn thing change i'm happy to get away shawty's
in
was funny.
But who's the dummy
now you done lost the hustler
my down-ass brother gonna be replaced by a bustler
and though I got love for you
I know I
Not the type to get tempted by those who copy my methods
On this train of thought but don't know where I should get off
Finally being found made me
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