Circle

Let's talk about it, got a issue
Maybe we should talk about it
Can't ignore it
Man, I can't walk around it
Grab a drink with me at a
Bar that's not too crowded
Got a issue, no I don't, I got 2000
No I don't, I got 360
Think about my god damned life while
I'm walking in a circle
Chugging some whiskey

Life is just another circle
Friends and lovers that'll hurt you
Pain, agony
Stress and death and a bunch of good feelings
In a rut about commercials
Stories with a twist euphoria and bliss

It's the circle of our lives
You're got young people feeling like
They're 30 when they're five
And old people that are in
Their forties feeling six i'm nice whoo!
Recently I'm hearing lots of people
Try to say that i am undeserving of the
Fucking accolades I'm getting
So I tell these stupid motherfuckers if they
Do not like it, sorry baby
Just don't listen that's life!
And life is beautiful and that
There is the truest story
I don't understand suicide
I could never kill myself
Eventually, my stress will do that for me
So fuck y'all knuckle up and brawl
Drank a little Jameson
Got drunker by the bar
Now it’s numbing up my jaw
I’m untucking my gun and just
Fuckin busting at you all
Basic pumping and dumping
The truth underneath it all there’s a victim
And the person that can fix it
Is standing where the mirror is
When I die wrap me up in gold leaves and
Bury my body under a pyramid

I wish there was a button that I could press
To erase my bad memories of my regrets
I wish there was a button that I could press
To erase my bad memories of my regrets
I wish there was a button that I could press
To erase my bad memories of my regrets
Well maybe in the next life
I'll get it right
Maybe in the next life, I'll get it right
Caught up in a circle
Let's talk about it, got a issue
Maybe we should talk about it
Can't ignore it
Man, I can't walk around it
Grab a drink with me at a
Bar that's not too crowded
Got a issue, no I don't, I got 2000
No, I don't, I got 360
Pain to me is a bunch of
Wack motherfuckers coming to get me

Can you imagine? Back in the days if a
Wack motherfucker started rapping
You would snatch that mic from
His god damned hand
Take one step back and smack him
Nowadays there's no passion
Everybody trying to cash in, jewelry flashing
They walk around showing off
The newest fashion all we care about is who
Has the truest passion though
Shogun Assassin
Break baseball bats over my head
Like I'm Bo fucking Jackson
Thirty for thirty
Mac Lethal killed everything
Hard nose like the narcos down in Medellín
Is every single rapper a thug?
If you ain't rapping about money, cars
Or bitches then it has to be drugs
Maybe you could tell us all
A story about your life
Or maybe talk about a couple
Things you actually love i mean
Shit it used to be a thing
Of beauty rapping a rhythm
And now the artists that are practically
Ripping off anything that's popular
And don't imagine it different
This is exactly a symptom
Of fucking capitalism
And I’m not mad at the system
And I’m not throwin' jabs
And I’m not dissin'
Cause it’s your music, it ain’t war
It ain’t a maximum prison
But I'm just saying motherfuckers when I'm
Rapping and spitting if I just
Do not do it fast less
Than half of you listen

I wish there was a button that I could press
To erase my bad memories of my regrets
I wish there was a button that I could press
To erase my bad memories of my regrets
I wish there was a button that I could press
To erase my bad memories of my regrets
Well maybe in the next life
I'll get it right
Maybe in the next life, I'll get it right
Caught up in a circle