Tummy rumbling for money rolls
My hands looking for something to hold
My mind runnin' like butter on toast
I'm getting heated like a lung from the smoke, like yo
Yo on the day to day
I'm steady tryna mold this paper mache
I'm tryna offer you my brain with all the shapes it'll make
These lames stay in a box, what a waste of crayons
I been tryna get it like I'm dimmin' the lights low
Keep mine slow but still fill up this pothole
I've seen them ride those fast to the end station, go 'head and chase it
I know this shit moves in cycles
I'm good, yeah
I don't really fuck with triangles no more
I don't really fuck with rectangles either
I don't fuck with hectagons even
I'm done tryna work the angles, it's enough just working the circle
The circle
She's such a beautiful problem, threw me for a loop to be honest
This phone feeling like a tumor in my pocket
I'ma get up on the roof and drop it
Shit was everything, now it's nothing at all
Yeah I'm missin' you but not enough to call
Now I'm looking back on it tryna put together the equation of where started
where we are is a circle
Hittin' it raw pavlovian
Shawty try to conquer like Napoleon, my guards
And she talkin' all that zodiac jazz, I'm like
I'm like lover I don't know about that
In fact, I don't really know jack
Like Nicholson, I just came through swinging my axe
Tryna get intimate through the feel of the flesh
Soon as I get some real feelings I jet
The circle, yeah
I don't really fuck with triangles no more
I don't really fuck with rectangles either
I don't fuck with hectagons even
I'm done tryna work the angles, it's enough just working the circle
The circle
Tummy rumbling for money rolls
My hands looking for something to hold
My mind runnin' like butter on toast
I'm sittin' back getting comfortable, like yo
I'm done with a decade of paying rent late
My funds dried up but I kept the pen spraying
Now I'm pening these babies and getting paid
Penetrating the game, bumpin' Sade
So if you play this in the fall what's up
I know the summer wasn't long enough, like what the fuck
But yeh, everything will come around, we gon' shut it down
My circle keepin' 100 thou', Mutual I what's good
I don't fuck with triangles no more
I don't really fuck with rectangles either
I don't fuck with hectagons even
I'm done tryna work the angles, it's enough just working the circle
The circle
The circle
Circle, circle