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have thought it was scripted
Boy I'd rather have it than show it
Low key with the vibe so you can't even blow it

My circle be small than a fuck trips

(My ni**as I’m drilling for them if if I get that drop I’m drilling again)
(Go circle the pagan ends)
(Gotta pray that my shank don’t bend)
(Man

one thing that you do
Put your middle fingers high then reply fuck you
People hating they wasting they time by making me famous
Chasng the path

pearly gates, 
	But patience and salvation are not one and the same…
	
	Earthly realm we roam,
		Roaming ‘round this home, 
Gliding a circle around

circle number one racer

You think you could be number one
Drive around the track 200 miles an hour
Can't believe his guys come up by me by the hour
I'm

too young to be
Running in a circle girl now is not the time to give up
Chance is here then gone on by like yesterday
Let's run away this century love

DRANKS keep 'em goin', MANi$H keep 'em cummin'
Know she feelin' me down there She wants some luvin'
Need 2 duplicate myself by the dozen 
But u gotta

that you've always dreamed of
Singin
Turbo
He'll never let her go
He's always by her side and
You'll see him running around in circles
He's obsessed but

eyes
Here we go into the light of the great unknown
Soaring up like satellites in the twilight zone (zone, zone)

Breaking the circle (circle

Conquer the world, take it by any means
It's gonna wanna get it's revenge
Like crabs in barrel, and you've got enemies saying 
"If I can't have

cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse come rolling, for to carry my mother away

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, lord, by and by
There's

a circle not a line, one day at a time
bit by bit, bit by bit

This fucking head of mine
put me in bed for time, unravelling
(stitch by stitch)
i’m not

no
Help, help, help
Yeah I did it by myself
By myself, by myself
I don't, I don't need no, I don't need no
Look (Look, look)
Tight circle I vouch for

It's hard to write out what I feel, 

When I, I just cannot tell what is real.

No I’m, sittin on this ferris wheel, 

Goin round in circles. It has

circle mosh pit
Crop circle mosh pit
Crop circle mosh pit
One week goes by oh me oh my
Still coming down from that alien high
I heard some noise out in

The crazy thing that's makes me sick
Is we all could be filthy rich
But we running circles around 
Instead of hurdling out
Instead of throwing the towel
I'll

Maybe we're holding on
For a flip of the coin or something as nice as
Maybe we're floating by
On a ship made on thoughts 
And a tide made of choices

You was not by my side
Ah yea

I want my wrist froze
Stay up out the mix
Imma lay low
All y'all are cut throat
Keep my circle small that's all I know

Everything was changing
Tryna have a milli
By the time I'm 30
The hurry is sort of
Hurtin my worries
A burnin curry of flurried
Of learning curves

on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
So the years spin by and now

should
Running round in circles never did me any good
I'd fight it on my own if I thought I could

Post-relapse, second chance
By second I mean tenth

It feels so heavy sometimes to hold the weight of the world
Like my heart is breaking
I know it's all in my mind but I get stuck in a circle
And my

myself
Going around fucking your self
The circle insane

Triangles itself
Triangles itself

Machines
Cloud you mean
Same old story
By myself
Put me nothing

my fucking face melt
But all I see is red
You don't know how bad the pain felt
I'm just so sick of running circles around myself
If I give this up