what they want And they are giving in Nothing in return Will we ever learn? It's jumbled And it's getting harder to discern I run my mind circles
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what they want and they are giving in nothing in return will we ever learn? it's jumbled and it's getting harder to discern i run my mind circles the
there you are Again, you're circling all around If you could only touch me now Stranger from the past Don't hesitate Now we're standing face to face
, purple Bodies rocking in the circle I gots to show some love at the AM ladies in the place I say, "What up?", he said, "Oh, yeah" and then I see her face
circles run This is the beating you'll never know These are the lips that taste no freedom This is the feel that's not so safe This is the face you'
the best I've ever had And I find it hard to tell you and I find it hard to take When people run in circles, it's a very, very Mad world, mad world
You're living in a place you left behind Going 'round in circles all the time Can see the way your head, it's like you're blind So open your eyes and
Touchin' us never that Bone Thug still the crack Crack and I can't lay back on the comeback Spit on these niggas, spit on these niggas Run up any you
females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber this is showtime, showtime, boy I hope you set the DVR stacking money face to face, dish it, look
I fantasize of our leavin' Like some modern day, gypsy landslide Like some modern day, Bonnie and Clyde On the run again On the run again On the run again On the run
funeral cars left the scene And the boy was just standin' there alone Lookin' at the shiny red tractor Him and his daddy used to sit inside And circle
sleep and I'll sing you a lullaby A lullaby for our city, a lullaby of Baghdad Go to sleep, sleep my child Sleep, sleep, run, run You sent your lights
off Cause of greed and lust And when the big dogs die Who gon feed the pups My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight I circle the block, and
'm it" That's just too bad, that's the hit I'm with Been a lot of places, seen a lot of niggas Lot of different faces, most of them killers Counted lot
to the metal and we goin? in circles All we smell is weed and rubber If I hit you, baby mama, I'm a motherfucker ?Cause she's loving me Staring at my face
?m finished Per pound spinach my niggaz been in it an done, done it So when you come to smoke wit' our records Nigga you know who run it I gets blunted
