think like you But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger You'll learn things you never knew you never knew Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn
the otter are my friends And we are all connected to each other In a circle, in a hoop that never ends Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn
A wallflower punch talks to Judy In a crowded corner where anybody can listen in But they don't read page to page or speak easy Now they're gonna go say
:20] Guy From Alabama: You wanna have a circle-jerk? Aynsley: The who? Guy From Alabama: Circle-jerk. Aynsley: A circle jerk? What's that? Guy From Alabama
love's not what i'd call it whatever we're coming to: we're going round in circles it's pointless now, to tell the truth you're always (so) understanding
round waitin for me to die We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy [Violent J] I feel him in the corner of a circled room At about thirteen in the
C.] Who's that janky-ass nigga with last? Standing like a G pissing on America's flag Dub C, the nigga from Westside Westide Maad Circle bailing with
We saw houses falling from the sky Where the mountains lean down to the sand We saw blackbirds circling 'round an old castle keep And I stood on the cliff
finish line Down in the depot out by the meat rack Down by the tunnels surrounding the jail Prisoners are marching in squares and in circles They're
Jeezy] [Talking:] (Luda! What up homie? CTE nigga! What it do? What it do? Jay double! Let's get it!) I grew up right here, round the corner from mail
I was a bay tree Quiet and unseen I lived in stories but inside I kept a mystery I was a starling Nobody's darling Flying in perfect circles Just
I was a bay tree Quiet and unseen I lived in stories but inside I kept a mystery I was a starling Nobody's darling Flying around in perfect circles just
with the progam man proceed Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief Of course we aint friends, you never stood on no blocks Streets or corners with zombies
all the wine is all for me And all the wine is all for me And all the wine is all for me I'm a birthday candle in a circle of black girls God is on
speak, it's all honest Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's Recondences when we peep enemies on us Been in these corners, sellin like anything
bend? Breaking all the promises we made Juggling with words 12 hours a day 12 more and my life's away ?Cause this voice is running in circles In a corner