I just keep going 'round and 'round on the circle line Like some demented kind a commuta Trying to avoid paying for my ticket I'm a lost soul I read
going on? What the hell is going on? What the hell is going on? What the hell is going on? What the hell is going on? What the hell is going on? What
love's not what i'd call it whatever we're coming to: we're going round in circles it's pointless now, to tell the truth you're always (so) understanding
perfect sentences and make a masterpiece of ending my life So clever with your let downs as you fill the air with lies So I'll sit alone and wonder what is really going on
ain't playin tricks on me I ain't schitz homie Ain't nobody dropped a mick on me Its like they trying to pop a sick on me I hear this voice in the back
just wasn't right [Verse 1:] I know relationships got they ups and downs Or it can seem like circles going round and round It ain't gon be perfect Although that's what
king I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying Right
I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying Right Voice