Circles

Hol' Up
Late nights on that road
All them late nights on the 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 on my own (Own x4)
Yeah this should bring up my old chick
My old ways, My old grips
My old hoes, My old bitch
Like damn, why you always stress of old shit
So we fight
We
We fuck, Make up
She good, so I’m great
But pretty soon we’ll be back on the same ol' shit like
Round around, You go
Round around, We go
Round around around around around around we go
Hol' up
Round around, You go
Round around, We go
Round around around around around around we go