CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Running In Circles

This isn't right
Come down, look at the lights
I've got too much inside
To keep it bottled tight
It's the best inspiration, is eclectic
I just felt like leaving when I stepped in
At this point, this sh*t is really second
My hands keep the grind going like a [?]

This flow
I don't ever want it to stop
Light the [jib?] like
"Beam me up, Scot"
I've just been running in circles
Still won't admit I'm lost
I know it's never enough
Look at how the sun set, [light soft?]
Wouldn't wanna be no [?]

Bring me out the floor
I'm slowly gaining composure
Oh no, I get it's not stars
I just brush it off and keep trying
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I just brush it