gathered up her fallen locks And carried them away And put them in silver box And keep them to this day Song, sing, birdy with the wing You perfect circle
water wash all your dreams away When the night comes, it will deliver Through the darkness, your heart is gonna light the way Old man standing on a soap box
friends at once As they were starting to unwind Had a feeling I was losing 'Cause as they moved along I was falling far behind I've got a box full of
like it Was way too hot and too fast For hip hop, doo wop, rock or bop Ain't here to hurt you Don't hang in them circles Government ain't got me Yet
ya soap-box up, let your talk fight Pull ya socks up, get ya walk right Or the chalk might outline ya one day You oughta try steppin' outside you one day You circle
got a white tee A throwback, know that hell naw it don't excite me You dont need no throwback, how you be set on ya white tee You can get a circle or
off his cup while she's snapping her gum, making her rounds on the lunch shift Counting out coins, he leaves them arranged, in neat lines and circles
dat [Kardinal Offishall] Yes Oh me oh me oh my (what) Them a try run Mr. Kardi-ni, flavours you can't deny (what) 'Cause them Circle cats rhyme so fly
the 411 I got the cnn We on-line Tv & me we kin My click is the mandelbrot set My crops lie unbroken Your hoaxes, a feeble attempt Circle perfect, bring
Start down at the bass then stop at the treble Circle the midrange and up go me levels 'Precious' by Chante is rockin' the box This cannot be foreplay
my house there's a circle, where the life comes in From the stars to my home, down through the stone I could have been so alone without my precious box
wants to chill Yo, you got that leak? No doubt, let's lace the Phil's For rumors narc Thomsons and rhymes I need detox Shermed up driving in circles
Throwing pictures out the window Scattered by the way the wind blows Bye bye baby, that's the last I'll see of you Shoe box full of old love letters
the same in ways We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways Rap now is a circus of clowns A whole lot of lip from clicks I'll probably rap circles
scale of one to ten I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on
next and who gonna test? Come get this lyrics beatin', I'm out the frame like graffiti It's so misleadin' but I make it look easy And everybody out the box
the room spinnin round 360 (x3) watch the money fall down 360 (x3) baby tell me thats a round 360 (x3) I know you see it go around Money full circle blowin full circles