Kaan

Kaan - Circles lyrics

rate me

(Prod. Blev)

(Verse)

I'm pacing inside of a room

I feel like everything has been falling apart

I put my heart and my soul in this shit

But I don't think that anyone notices it

I never sleep, I just don't have the time

I can't relax it, I gotta go get it

My mind has been planning an intricate part

And the monster that I have become

Boy, where you from?

Not where they cuff from the lung*

Not where they carry a gun

I'm from a place where these niggas procrastinate

Making excuse why the shit neva happen

Oh no, not me, I will not be distracted

Inside of a prison that I have created

From lack of an effort*, will not be your captive

I cannot submit it, nor quit, I admit it

The daughter was right, I would lie to be better*

Than what I incoronate, currency comes that seems so committed

I'm giving you everything that I got

It's a shot that I take, if I make it, 'cause slow is a process

My progress is all that I think about

I still remember when you niggas laughed

All I do is work and I don't see nobody else

So what the hell this competition?

I don't want no fucking help

You niggas say that you got it

But man, I seriously doubt it

We showin' lyrical prowess with the concept

I'm fairly animate, I play the masochist

Making the most of the time that I got

'Cause I'm young at the moment, I won't be forever

I need to focus and do the finesses

And affirmation, I repeat to myself

I pray to God that I keep it together

Can't sell my soul for no diamonds and gold

I'm as cold as they come, I do not need no friends

I can do this alone, I would not(?!) they said never

I got faith in the path that I chose, that's for sure*

I want the legacy, not being loyal

Misleading illusions are not for the boy

LAWD! Fuck.

(Hook)

Chasing in circles

Is something I'm wanting

I feel like I'm sprinting

Feel like I'm running

I'm going in circles

Said I'm going in circles

Yeah, we go round round round

Round round round

(LAWD, NAWLEDGE, NIGGA)

(Verse 2)

Whatchu know 'bout 48? Our benjies

Depriving myself for a chance to achieve

Hope this shit work, I don't have a plan B

And I fucked this bitch down*, man I need to proceed

And believe what I see* but I never concede

And I work at a speed never once ever seen

I'm a hypochondriac, I lack consolation

I do not relate to the shit that I hear

But I fear that I've traded you, here you my lame*

But I've knocked you right out of it

Criptical record, you think that I don't have a news and a tonk

And a place on your body

But before I mutilate, make sure I serrate

My incense is medic, my mood is depress and regress

And I have been suppressing emotions

I'm mostly aggressive, my price and my pen on the paper my target

Does anyone thinking they greater?

Can't nobody do it with this side

This muthafucka is mine! I shout it then I wonder now

Where I been and I'm finna get a hold of fuckers in this time

You listening to a sicker type of nigga

Definitive when I'm killing them

I'm a villain on the MIC

I need more YV's

Is you really a lyricist?*

Come another Bambi

I know when to envy, I swear that I'm not

You do not know what I've been through, but listen

I promise you'll never imagine, I'm asking for silence

At least for a second

I'm asking my pain in a way that's a proverb to God

I sacrifice that to the Lord

Man, I got faith in the path that I've gone down for sure

I want the legacy, not being loyal

Misleading illusions are not for the boy

LAWD! Fuck.

(Hook)

Thanks to Fuckboi Illiterate Spitta for correcting these lyrics

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Anonymous
Thursday 21st of March 2019 02:04
I can do this alone, I would not(?!) they said never* I can do this alone, I will not accept help