Circles

Late nights on that road

All them late nights on that road

All them new faces, I seen

All them old faces I know

All them nights stuck in my head

All them moments trapped in my flows

All them paragraphs in my inbox and them missed calls on my phone

Got you trippin' off where I been

Got me wondering when you home

Got you telling all of your friends

Fuck that bullshit, we grown

I ain't here to make no new friends

But I can't do this shit on my own (Own, own, own)

Okay then she bring up my old chick

My old ways, my old grips

My old hoes, my old bitch

Like damn, why you always stressin' old shit

So we fight, we fuss

We fuck, make up

She good, so I'm great

But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like

Round and round, we go

Round and round, we go

Round and round and round and round

And round and round we go (Hol' up)

Round and round, we go

Round and round, we go

Round and round and round and round

And round and round we go, oh

Round and round we go, oh

Round and round we go, oh

Round and round we go, oh

Round and round we go, oh

Baby girl, let's talk it out

I can't' talk it out on my own

If you feeling somethin' just say somethin'

I know a lot of shit on your dome

Yeah I fucked up, but I'm man enough to at least admit when I'm wrong

So baby girl when you wrong

Don't have your friends calling my phone

She like "Here you go, with that bullshit putting everything on me

You've been fuckin' up, for a long time, lotta problems that you can't see"

Nah, I ain't realize, how fucking lonely this music thing was gon' be

So it's

(Round and round we go, round and round we go, oh)

Never had a problem, that I couldn't solve before

It's the first time, it's the first time, it's the first time

I swear shit was all good just a week ago

Couldn't have came at the worst time

At a work time, aye

Look, stress been weighing down on me

**** tryna' clown on me

And I ain't even creepin' shawty

Thought that you was down for me

She like "**** yeah right

What you tryna' sound funny?

No I know what them hoes said boy

'Stupid written on my forehead'

Think I don't hear what them song say"

And I had run a game, got us all playing

Tryna' talk to her, but instead of listening to me

She hear what them broads saying

So we fight, we fuss

We fuck, we stuck

She need love, I want trust

But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like

Round and round (We go)

(Round and round we go, oh)

Round and round (We go)

And pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like

Round and round (We go)

(Round and round we go)

But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' shit like

Round and round we go

Round and round, we go

Round and round, we go

Round and round and round and round

And round and round we go (Hol' up)

Round and round, we go

Round and round, we go

Round and round and round and round

And round and round we go, oh