Circles lyrics

by

Drake


[Verse 1: The Game & Sha Sha]
I just want you to come home
No matter if it's late at night
(I hear you talking)
I know you saying you working
But baby boy this feeling ain't right
(I'm just out here tryna get my money you know that)
f*ck that, we got enough houses, enough cars
You done bought me enough jewelry
Tired of your sh*t my n*gga, you hear me
(You know I be at the studio and sh*t)
n*gga you lying, who you trying to run that game on?
Who you think I am? I'm not one of these thots you met at Playhouse
(I didn't say that)
I just rode by n*gga, you wasn't at Drake house
Parked my sh*t at 'Ye house and hopped in the uber
Jayceon stop lying you f*cking think I'm stupid
Nah look, ain't nobody say that
You ain't complain when I bought that Maybach
Put you in Chanel, your friend Chanelle can't even say that
You wanted to see Rihanna I put you and your friends at the concert
Closet full of Giuseppes, you came a long way from Converse
Took you out that Hon-cord, put you in that Tom Ford
All this arguing I ain't got no time for it
You call my phone like fifty times
Don't do no sh*t like that
I was just f*cking them girls
I was gon' get right back
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Spinning around, spinning around
Spinning around, spinning around
It's the same old, we be going through the same old
Spinning around, spinning around
Pulling them down, taking them down
It's the same old, n*ggas get tired of the same old

[Verse 2: The Game & Sha Sha]
n*gga you strapping up?
Yeah I'm strapping up, sh*t, you acting up?
Yeah I'm acting up, n*gga
You not gon' keep on playing me
You not gon' keep on playing me
Is it gon' be this b*tch or your family?
I'll kill that b*tch whole family (I f*cking hate you!)
What your crazy ass shooting in the house for?
What yo dumbass screwing in the house for?
And what time you get home anyway?
sh*t, about four
And that's what the f*ck you sleeping on the couch for
I don't give a f*ck, thug life, I'm an outlaw
And the next b*tch ain't nothing but a house call
Scrolling through my iPhone looking for my side chick
This b*tch always flipping pushing buttons like a sidekick
That's when I hop in my Jeep and pull it up to Toxic
And while you gone, guess what?
I'll be bouncing on that side di*k, n*gga
[Bridge: Eric Bellinger & Sha Sha]
I guess you thought they stopped making real n*ggas when they made you
I guess you thought they stopped making real n*ggas when they made you
I guess you thought they stopped making real n*ggas when they made you
sh*t, they stop making them, they stop making them
Guess you thought they stopped making real b*tches when they made you
sh*t, there's a few in the room and a couple in the Wraith too
But you know you still the one

[Verse 3: Q-Tip]
And nothing can compare to the temper that you hear
When you get caught in a stare at the next derriere
Now she's explaining to you
That she's the baddest b*tch that ever graced a pair of shoes
And if you wanna gamble to find better, you lose
And all this loud chirping that you consider rude
But when food is on the table
We may be arguing like we Cain and we Abel
Then we have some makeup love and we get back stable
Have a little girl, I cut the cord from her navel
Hey

[Outro: Eric Bellinger & Q-Tip]
I guess it's just the way it goes down
Love is like a merry go round
I guess it's just the way it goes down
Love is like a merry go round
And on goes the game
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