The Circle

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 maché
 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