Lyrics:
the one who named the group
The original gang of four
Mary, Claire, Denise and Belle
Circle Of Amore
Tenth grade Central in September
That was a year
the one who named the group
The original gang of 4
Mary, Claire, Denise and Belle
Circle Of Amore
10th grade Central in September
That was a year I
the softball park
It's clear to me, according to a rule I learned one day in school
Basic geometry: two halves of a circle, you and me
It's a familial song
a circle of ice
My name deserving the lights
The smartest thing you could do is stop music and finish school
Gotta be the dumbest shit I ever heard in my
the spotlight for awhile
But in the things that really matter
I'm just sitting on the isle
Cause I've seen a third grade angel with
Dark circles 'neath her
here I'm a billionaire
I used to be a rake from the trailers
Who wanna be rich like the folks in Seville, yeah
Eight grade drop out in school
I had a dream I was in school
Reading your autograph
Pages of green in seventh grade
Now like an epitaph alone in your room
With an artist inside
used to call home sweet home
My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school
It was cool 'til your man MC Shan came through
And said
the ceiling
(I never knew I'd)
I don't do Black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive
10th-grade coolin'
Might come out with a movie (yeah)
Middle school, fool with that ball
High school, can't tell me nothing at all
(None) 14 what I was
And I heard you was mad at us
Well, wait until you get a load of this
Rally stripes center one
Scratched off like a lottery ticket
Yeah me and your bitch
cooler than most matriculants (High school)
By grade 10, them niggas nigga we were them
STFU a gang of a couple friends (High school)
Who set the trends
hatin'? Just three years ago, I was like you
Ninth grade, dropped out of school, used to sleep on JD couches
Yeah, I bought my mama house, who would've
the spotlight for a while
But in the things that really matter
I'm just sittin' on the aisle
‘Cause I've seen a third grade angel
With dark circles ‘neath her
tenth grade was like fifty days away
Tryna get paid fifty ways a day
Used to put fifty on the layaway, now my closet fifty shades of grey
Twenty six
And just tiptoe to the center of the circle
While we unveil the ropes
Still a little room left to hang your clothes
Some of us are new here, we'll take it
the butterfly moving
Follow me moving through these
Ghetto streets and
School I say fuck retarded sweep
Walk into school the chief right there
Tried to talk at me
all my shit's cool
I will blast and I didn't go to Brit School
I came fast with the way I act, right
I can't last if I'm smokin' on a crack pipe
the spotlight for awhile
But in the things that really matter
I'm just sittin' on the aisle
'Cause I've seen a third grade angel
With dark circles 'neath
Hardly a heartthrob but I made due
Using those same 'circle yes or no'
Notes I used in grade school
Folded love letters with a tab that read 'pull here'
the Carle Place Rushmore Grade School playground at ten o'clock this morning. Despite the semi-decayed carcasses of the young school girls (who were found
myself
Guess I'm self made
Fire starter put me anywhere I just blaze
Dropped out of school never made it to the twelfth grade
I'm so fucking raw haters
Flattery
Can you feel that camaraderie
Been together since grade school since
Rotate them, eyes on me
Imitation, at a glance
Particularly alone, no
school, and unless one of our families moves to a dramatically different neighborhood, we won't go to the same high school. So, this is kind of it for us.
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