Lyrics:
The circle, almost circle
Waiting on a friend of mine, whoa
A light breeze and the night breeze
I see her coming into sight, whoa
The circle, almost circle
of Onegin invented by Pushkin
Sure, and
Now we know each other’s names
Hey
You’re three days
older than me and
There are no obstacles left between us
I mean
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
to share it with all of you
And clear the air a little bit
Say it all from my point of view
I haven't seen you in a while
All the dust has been settled now
a checklist on your wall
I am not what you think I should be
(Chorus)
But you're making amends
To your circle of friends
And you're trying to fit me to their
is Jasmine? - who is Zo?
That’s just my friend - bitch you lyin - why you leavin? - cuz you a rat
Fuck you then - I miss you bae - still got yo key -
There's something in the air
That just won't disappear
It's coming in, in waves
One by one, it never fades
A feeling so unsure
I'm hoping for a cure
hundreds of
Things that happened one night
I went to a listening party
Just to pick up my backpack from a friend
Next thing I know, I'm in this studio
That said, let's not waste our time. You're something of an acquired taste and I'm somewhat intrigued by you.
So tell me now, what d'you think of me?
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, two years ago, on Thanksgiving,
When my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant
But Alice
pain
Let it drown
Now I'm going in circles not moving at all
I know the way but I'm stuck at a wall
Talked a friend down last year from ending it all
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
surrounded by your friends, with them you're never alone
Gather in a circle, fire up a fat cone,
And if you hit it right, you'll be getting stoned all night
equality in the circle
Of life or we won't even have dust
No, we won't even have dust
I have to get high to get away from it all
So I can get by, but
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
Had my coffee on the front porch
I tipped my hat to the fox across the way
A burnt stogey and a whiskey to inspire
A pile of waffles gifted by
what I'm supposed to do
And yell at the stars
The drywall I'm punching holes into
You're the reason every single calendar I circle 3
Cause that's
and shit
(Fuck that!)
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you're special to me
Whether we lovers or friends, we'll
real small circle of close friends I don’t have a square one
And I play dirty I don’t roll on a fair and square one
I said Back in the days I remember
run and run around circles baby
You run and run around circles baby
You run and run around circles baby
My friend he told me a quote I didn’t understand
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