Letras:
All Time Low Circles

color in our cheeks while the air turned cold, Preceding what became our bitter end. Round in circles -- lets start over, Round in circles -- lets start

color in our cheeks while the air turned cold, Preceding what became our bitter end. Round in circles -- lets start over, Round in circles -- lets start

color in our cheeks while the air turned cold, Preceding what became our bitter end. Round in circles -- lets start over, Round in circles -- lets start

color in our cheeks while the air turned cold, Preceding what became our bitter end. Round in circles -- lets start over, Round in circles -- lets start

burnt low and still nothing came Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent race He would have his demon! He would have his vice! All save his soul

the fame Love the game, cold as ice you remain Fuck em' all, tell 'em all eat shit, here we go again So, god damn... is it that time again already Haha

I blow O's Circles around competition, not an Optimo To sit low, in a six-oh, oh Solo, on lo-lo's, fuck po'-po's Take a pho-to, last time you see a nigga

across the room like Naomi Campbell Snap for the kids, snap for the kids Snap in a circle three times Snap for the kids, snap for the kids Snap in a circle three times

's [Chorus - X2] And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it [W.C.]