CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Circles - Live

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
f**k that bullsh*t, we grown
I ain't here to make no new friends
But I can't do this sh*t 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 b*t*h
Like damn, why you always stressin' old sh*t
So we fight, we fuss
We f**k, make up
She good, so I'm great
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' sh*t 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 sh*t on your dome
Yeah I f**ked 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 bullsh*t putting everything on me
You've been f**kin' up, for a long time, lotta problems that you can't see"
Nah, I ain't realize, how f**king 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 sh*t 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
n***as tryna' clown on me
And I ain't even creepin' shawty
Thought that you was down for me
She like "n***a 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 f**k, we stuck
She need love, I want trust
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' sh*t 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' sh*t like
Round and round (We go)
(Round and round we go)
But pretty soon we'll be back on the same ol' sh*t 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