Circles

(Whoa, ya)

I don't want to go to bed unless you here (ya)
I don't wanna talk about it unless you here
I got five months, three days, twenty two nights (ya)
Eighteen years spent on the every life (ya)
Smoking all these blunts until I disappear (shit)
Driving through the hills like a blond at will
Ya, I'm pulling up in five so you know it's right
Color code you like a mother fucking diamond

I've been up the whole night tryna make amends bitch
I don't want no phone call plz just sends the text
Ya it's five past 12 and I'm ready set (ya)
Drunk drove down to regenerate (ya)
Body full of liquids, short tempered mind (ya)
Woke up just like this, last night wasn't even right (ya)
Run round in circles, leave roses (ya)
Ima come back ya I chose it (ya)

She wanna smoke, she wanna smoke now
I'm gettin lifted off of dead love
I played her off, l got these rings now
I'm standing right on a tight rope
Almost drove my mind way south
Instead I'm south of the fake hoes
Day by day I try to get out
There ain't nothin left, it's all closed (ya)

(Whoa, ya)

I don't want to go to bed unless you here (ya)
I don't wanna talk about unless you here
I got five months, three days, twenty two nights (ya)
Eighteen years spent on the every life (ya)
Smoking all these blunts tell I disappear (shit)
Driving through the hills like a blond at will
Ya I'm pulling up in five so you no it's right
Color code you like a mother fucking diamond

(Whoa, whoa)



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Writer(s): Slone Potts
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