Lyrics:
'm fronting, and I don't care if you know
The backseat of my car is like a disco show
You would think I was a good friend of Al Capone
Crazy air freshener,
When you're out there on your own
Where your memories can find you
Like a circle goes around
You were lost until you found out
What it all comes
circles
Around one big right wing
Yes, the left wing was broken long ago
By the slingshot of cointelpro
And now it's so hard to have faith in
'm fronting, and I don't care if you know
The backseat of my car is like a disco show
You would think I was a good friend of Al Capone
Crazy air freshener,
a trip to L.A.
Watchin' girls in the air can really get you bad
And I'll bet the laughin' lady makes you laugh like mad
Let's pick up our friends and do
afraid
You're too far down by now to be scared
Two hundred eighty-seven feet
I saw Jesus and it made sense that He was there
So belong but don't be
a trip to L.A.
Watchin' girls in the air can really get you bad
And I'll bet the laughin' lady makes you laugh like mad
Let's pick up our friends and do
Thames,
Sail me down to the sea,
Where seagulls sing anthems,
And circle around free.
And there I shall rest,
Where the waters descend,
Dear River
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
There are times in your life they take you by surprise
You and I, I know we can talk about it
You're important to me like the air that I breathe
two for us 'cause you're the one that I want
Don't wanna seem like a punk pussy that simps over punk pussy
See when I'm with my friends I just put
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
you're like Muhammed Ali
I'm sorry about that
People they're moving around
They're driftin' and driftin'
Around this town
Forgetting their friends
afraid
You're too far down by now to be scared
Two hundred eighty-seven feet
I saw Jesus and it made sense that He was there
So belong but don't be
'm poppin' a clip, 'bout to fix this issue (woo)
You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you (no)
You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your
I can tell by the way you feel
Something ain't going your way
Jeans too tight, and your hair ain't right
We all get some of those days
Oh, throw
the tears begin to flow
Cause I pass by every place we used to meet
And when I'm home alone
My friends call me on the phone
They all say that you will not
I need to get home
You're my guiding light
You're my guiding light
Well the air is cold
And yonder lies my sleeping soul
By the branches, broke
and speak to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. *NSYNC, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I
I do what I wanna do
I say what I wanna say
When I feel, and I
Look in the mirror and know I'm there
With my hands in the air
I'm proud to say
and speak to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. *NSYNC, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I
niggas run and tell a friend, um
Bad motherfuckers is bad again
Mad Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and
If I tell I got a forty four and
I
in by a figure's armspread
With fiery gasps of iron-air,
Cornered in my circle of friends.
Won't he speak to you?
Emptied on the floor
Were the shells
I was standing by the window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come rolling
To carry my mother away
Will the circle be unbroken
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