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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fly Anakin
Fly Anakin
Performer
Mike Foisey
Mike Foisey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Walton Jr.
Frank Walton Jr.
Composer
Mike Foisey
Mike Foisey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Foisey
Mike Foisey
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, my circus is at the door Do Bourbon's and keep it low, we need it the most (You know) Yeah yo, they love me from coast to coast Still letting my fly coach but it doesn't matter I (Still go) Yeah yo, we tell 'em to buy low Left the block cold turkey, I told the cousi's to (Let go) Yeah yo, I'm in the room up at the Gusto's The fine line was drawn, he made a move so I (Kill close) Yo, I'm bowtie for the most high I lowkey wanna four-five, let's go see what your hoe-nah I been the talk of your town, I see about you niggas when I step Test the season, and sincе I'm bleeding so please protect your nеck It's me and you and I'm not about to be the one that's upset Since we mapping demons, slowly ease in, I believe this shit Been on my mental, the fine line was drawn without a pencil You niggas gentle, mind been off the lentils I'm in the middle now this battle feel automatic by my credentials More instrumentals Fois', provide the stencils Fuck what you into I just need a stu', I walk on that Used to play the Logic, mad dough, "Pack man, 'the fuck you at?" Scribbling on the manuscript, I kick-started your habit back Judging by the hands you play when you outside in your habitat Yeah, shit was lovely, that's the point, but that's the past now Loyal as a bitch, even though your boy was passed 'round Yeah My circus is at the door Do Bourbon's and keep it low, we need it the most (You know) Yeah yo, they love me from coast to coast Still letting my fly coach but it doesn't matter I (Still go) Yeah yo, we tell 'em to buy low Left the block cold turkey, I told the cousi's to (Let go) Yeah yo, I'm in the room up at the Gusto's The fine line was drawn, he made a move so I (Kill close) Yeah That boy be snitching on me Called it when they switching on me, shorty don't get to know me Lately got me being phony, nobody checking on me Praying for me, I was lonely, except my mess, they cleaned it up Don't give me shit to give back, that ain't no help, bitch If I was up, my city would be in two with my left wrist Even when I'm down, they know my pain got shit like Netflix Pray me up, I'm Mexican, my people saw some next shit I could see it now, police surfing on the crowd Check the list and champagne wasted, make it gleam and smile Keep it proud because these fucking cops is running through my town He done fought into a crowd, but now these niggas listen round Make it sop and put that pussy slop and I can't hear the sound Now the children permanently tripping, scheming on the crown Yeah, I was slipping, begging for the woman to go into town Big tipping, I was out in Richmond perfecting the style Yeah My circus is at the door Do Bourbon's and keep it low, we need it the most (You know) Yeah yo, they love me from coast to coast Still letting my fly coach but it doesn't matter I (Still go) Yeah yo, we tell 'em to buy low Left the block cold turkey, I told the cousi's to (Let go) Yeah yo, I'm in the room up at the Gusto's The fine line was drawn, he made a move so I (Kill close) Yeah
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