Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song CirCles , by - Dyce. Song from the album Y, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.11.2019
Record label: Dyce
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song CirCles , by - Dyce. Song from the album Y, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопCirCles |
| Had to hit 'em with a sudden change |
| Came from the mud and things |
| Still in the mud and things |
| Where is the love and things |
| Do y’all like suffering |
| Time to go smothering |
| Look at the love I bring |
| It’s time y’all opened up the gates and get to billing |
| I wondered what it was, but now I know the feeling |
| Now y’all can’t treat us like sum roaches we civilians |
| And don’t come robin in my hood 'll steal yo millions |
| Escobar, the three my medellin |
| Since birth, I been a veteran |
| On my green, I been with slytherin |
| Why y’all actin like y’all innocent |
| All my actions been significant |
| All my actions been so different |
| Lately crawford with the dribbling |
| I deserve a new certificate, yeah |
| Millions can be wrong |
| Opinions, facts redrawn |
| A chill runs down my spine as |
| Children are left wond’ring why and |
| Money makes the world go round |
| But we’re going round in circles now |
| And sadly time does not stand stil |
| While you wait for your pockets to fill |
| Millions can be wrong |
| Opinions, facts redrawn |
| A chill runs down my spine as |
| Children are left wond’ring why and |
| Money makes the world go round |
| But we’re going round in circles now |
| And sadly time does not stand stil |
| While you wait for your pockets to fill |
| Dime «yo quiero mas» |
| El tuyo, el mío |
| Dime «yo quiero mas» |
| Me quedo contigo |
| Dime «yo quiero mas» |
| Mi cuello esta frio |
| Dime «yo quiero mas» |
| Los dueños, lo mismo |
| El tuyo, el mío |
| Me quedo contigo |
| Mi cuello esta frio |
| Los dueños, lo mismo |
| Que dios me bendiga |
| Los pobres, las ricas |
| El hombre arriba |
| Y donde esta maria |
| I hear representing the millions with millions in hand, but |
| All I can see is you circling around the duties and problems at hand |
| Eye to you simplify like I don’t understand, but |
| You fake a smile, make-believe, pretend |
| Millions can be wrong |
| Opinions, facts redrawn |
| A chill runs down my spine as |
| Children are left wond’ring why and |
| Money makes the world go round |
| But we’re going round in circles now |
| And sadly time does not stand stil |
| While you wait for your pockets to fill |