open arms 'cause there ain't no four leaf clovers Or no gypsy lucky charms Keep knocking on the walls And I'll blow off your... Turn in seven hundred hours Turn in circles
throbbing, stomach's bobbing It's my job and not a hobby Call me gumby, you don't want me Burgers coming, now I'm bumming I can get some time, studio is prime
Wish I had the strength inside to make you go away Wish I was immune Ever since I met you drinking at the circle bar I go where you will to keep from
a big crack And honey, it seems we've walked In circles for eternity It's tricky to be happy And time is being quite unkind And roughly in my prime
/ Since out the uterus...Earth encounters ain't been that humerous / heheheheh...my laugh lines have been faked for the last time / I'm past my prime
Presidents and peace spreading poets Getting gunned down in the streets Shown to us on our prime time screens For our tea time treat Lunatics we voted
Products of lust through incidental reproduction A group of kids stuffed, primed and fated for self destruction Four or five years will get the job
You walk and talk and move around in circles Your friends telling you, you are doing fine You can't see that snowball as it hurtles Through the shattered
it Another bad lie Another bad feeling Love the feeling, when you're feeling sour You contradict yourself in every second sentence It goes around like a radius circle
a hearse An' him dressed official Pass Cross Road and circle Regal Gone over Calvary fi a burial Bury in a spot 'side a Mr. Doobal 'Nuff people come an' den a big funeral Prime
D, Scarface and Bushwick Dog, just when I gather its dead I gotta knock on wood like Hank Gathers head When I make small steps toward making it global My tight knit circle
trap niggas and crooks in my huddle they cook and I smuggle got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle so I?m running through them circles, boy I?m looking
running to you, D-doing that thing you do, Everyone circled around, Watching as you get down, So this be Club Intergalactic, Lights just shine on dimes and prime
freed from hard ground The evening mists that creep and crawl Will drench in the dew and so drown I'm the green man The green man Sol in prime sweet
shunned rites and diabolical adulations! The Tome of Shadows, the Forbidden Books of the First Cataclysm, the Epsilon Exordium, the Scrolls of the Third Circle
the mountainous resting place of the blade when my arch-foe marked you as central protagonist in his scheme to recover the Prime Crystal, o' King of the
Dough-bwoyyyy Cause they know I really get that dough bwoyyyy Dropped "Lean Back," it was so propers Then I had to circle back with some mo' choppers