| I’m an ever spinning top
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| Whirling around 'till I drop
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| Oh, but what am I to do My mind is in a whirlpool
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| Give me a little hope
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| One small thing to cling to…
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| You got me going in circles
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| Oh, around and around I go You got me going in circles
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| Oh, around and around I go First you go and tell me this
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| then you go and doin that
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| its mixed signals in my head
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| you neva give me straight facts
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| comin at me with these stories
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| taken up a playa time
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| you seemed confused up in yo head
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| and you can not make up your mind
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| I’d be the first one to listnin
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| but i think its disrespect
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| lyin thru yo teeth talkin out the side of yo neck
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| got me goin round and round
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| make a playa wanna hurt ya thinkin that you was straight up got me goin in a circle
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| Ay, my head is constantly spinnin twistin
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| cuz Nadas was trippin on me first time for ya lovy dubbi
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| and now he call me his homie
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| wishy washy kinda feelin
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| tryna play wit my emotions
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| and mumbled the words I LOVE U went then said that he was jokin
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| stuffed up in the mind
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| tough love is what he calls it I don’t read between the lines
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| now u need to get the talkin
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| spell it out and make it clear
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| dont tell me what i wanna hear
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| yes or no jus gon and say it cuz inside I’m goin crazy…
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| I’m strung out over you (you, ova you…)
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| Yes it relaxes me, satisfactory,
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| treat me like a queen
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| it was love at first sight on that night
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| once i stepped on the scene
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| now my body once i got it fulfillin all my needs
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| he had my feenin, obscenein not meanin
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| jus smellin his grease
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| i reely want him, yes i want him
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| but the law disagrees
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| our loves illegal certain people
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| man I wish they could see me he got me goin in circles
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| as dizzy as i wanna be down thru my toes
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| he feel my soul
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| man i want him badly
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| Ay, shawty got me spinnin
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| like i drunk tha whole fifth
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| Waitin on my babygurl call her I need a lift
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| Baby saved out the rip
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| but cant save my ship
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| love the way the jam wobble
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| in the thong that she get
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| prey to blissin ova here
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| let me push yo button
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| I’ma real gangsta shawty, don’t worry bout nothin
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| 5 hours lata, bussin unconditional lovin
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| and can tell the whole click
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| this one here, I’m cuffin…
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| I’m strung out over you (I need you, ova you…) |