are my friends now? They're not around when I need them Mark every attempt I find myself against all the odds again I like to think I'm strong and them
book And a circus Dangerous clowns Balancing dreadful and wonderful perceptions They have been handed Day by day Generations on down We came up from the subway On the music
Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death I'm already good I'm workin' on my left A jungle on my wrist a circus
dead Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil With this state of mind, big moves, max keeble I'm on my grind feeble, my music is evil
up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams Hand to hand in the cold Pockets on hella swole I was breaking them down, now I'm selling them
years ago, whips come from Japan I get that work from my face I get that work from my face [Wale] 600 Benz, Condo 600 grand I got 12 hundred kicks them
've been serving the type of words that murder insights, This ain't an urge it's for life, what I recite furthers the fight, A service for the circus
encourage you to ... but you following the herd Server of the murder, murder server is my work Put me in the middle and the watch them ... Circle is the circus
Riots in the burning street, crystal night outside Brutal music in the night, enough to make you cry Nobody knows how it is to sleep and drown the world
I never see them but they're always so far back Yeah, baby, how to say? Well, lemme tell ya about this one time How ya gonna tell me now? Lemme put it to music
that sideshow tight rope, making ends meet That organ grinder be in a bind without me In that circus they work us like a bunch of borrowed mules But every time that music
singin' up on Ocean Drive And the Castaways are gettin' loud tonight At the Electric Circus they all getin' down And the Carousel's spinnin' round and round See them
hands He couldn't touch his lovers face He couldn't hold a baby He would never desert them But he was worried he would hurt them maybe Mad at the world
are any indication should i cater to those who know and go broke should i keep my thoughts to myself or should i call them as i see them a man without
signal: here is a catalogue of signals based on Trey'sintro, and on my own observations: 1) Simpsons theme song (you know!): Everyone goes "D'OH!!" 2) Music
Only time will tell the truth I'm living proof of what could happen to a man When he decides to stand strong Some of them swim, some of them drown in
I'm Helen Keller When it comes to the perfection of my shit I know you smell the rectum I'm like a chromosome i always X them Like Wolverine steps in
I'm feeling like the Bulls, I've got a Gang of Wolves Odd Future is children that's fucked up on they mental Simple but probably not, fuck them [Verse
