Circles Nines
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[Intro]
Welcome to EE voicemail
The person you're calling is a fucking cunt
Pick up the phone, you prick
Zino Records
In the bedroom is where it goes down
Our relationship is a merry go round
Our relationship is a merry go round
[Verse 1]
Remember when you used to put your fingers through my hair?
Now you act like you don't know me, that bitch don't even care
Like I ain't put a princess in your ear
Every time I went to Louis V, I used to bring you back a pair, uh
I know I ain't perfect, I ain't living right
Can't believe you ain't write mе on them prison nights
Like I ain't fuck you on them businеss flights
And that ain't money to me, that shit was light
If I weren't a rapper, would you kiss me and hug me?
It makes it hard to leave, I wish she was ugly
She used to facetime me on her lunch break
Now I can't even get an update, for fuck's sake
It's cool though, my time is expensive
If I ain't in the studio, I grind in the trenches
She used to help me weigh them packs I'm selling
And if she's ever getting married, then I'll crash the wedding
Welcome to EE voicemail
The person you're calling is a fucking cunt
Pick up the phone, you prick
Zino Records
In the bedroom is where it goes down
Our relationship is a merry go round
Our relationship is a merry go round
[Verse 1]
Remember when you used to put your fingers through my hair?
Now you act like you don't know me, that bitch don't even care
Like I ain't put a princess in your ear
Every time I went to Louis V, I used to bring you back a pair, uh
I know I ain't perfect, I ain't living right
Can't believe you ain't write mе on them prison nights
Like I ain't fuck you on them businеss flights
And that ain't money to me, that shit was light
If I weren't a rapper, would you kiss me and hug me?
It makes it hard to leave, I wish she was ugly
She used to facetime me on her lunch break
Now I can't even get an update, for fuck's sake
It's cool though, my time is expensive
If I ain't in the studio, I grind in the trenches
She used to help me weigh them packs I'm selling
And if she's ever getting married, then I'll crash the wedding
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