Seven - Circle lyrics

Let's talk about it, got a issue Maybe we should talk about it Can't ignore it Man, I can't walk around it Grab a drink with me at a bar that's not too crowded Got a issue, no I don't, I got 2000 No I don't, I got 360 Think about my god damned life while I'm walking in a circle Chugging some whiskey Life is just another circle, friends and lovers that'll hurt you Pain, agony, stress and d**h and a bunch of good feelings In a rut about commercials, stories with a twist You're for a young bliss It's the circle of our lives You're got young people feeling like they're 30 when they're five And old people that are in their forties feeling six I'm nice. Whoo! Recently I'm hearing lots of people try to say that I am undeserving of the f**ing accolades I'm getting So I tell these stupid motherf**ers if they do not like it, sorry baby, just don't listen That's life! And life is beautiful. And that there is the truest story I don't understand suicide, I could never k** myself Eventually my stress will do that for me So f** y'all Knuckle up and brawl Drank a little Jameson, got drunker by the bar Now it's numbing up my jaw, I'm untucking my gun and just f**in busting at you all Basic pumping and dumping, the truth underneath it all there's a victim And the person that can fix it is standing where the mirror is When I die wrap me up in gold leaves and And bury my body underneath a pyramid I wish there was a bu*ton that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets I wish there was a bu*ton that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets I wish there was a bu*ton that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets Well maybe in the next life I'll get it right Maybe in the next life I'll get it right Caught up in a circle Let's talk about it, got a issue Maybe we should talk about it Can't ignore it Man, I can't walk around it Grab a drink with me at a bar that's not too crowded Got a issue, no I don't, I got 2000 No I don't, I got 360 Pain to me is a bunch of wack motherf**ers coming to get me Can you imagine? Back in the days if a wack motherf**er started rapping You would snatch that mic from his god damned hand Take one step back and smack him Nowadays there's no pa**ion Everybody trying to cash in, j**ellery flashing They walk around showing off the newest fashion All we care about is who has the truest pa**ion though Shogun a**a**in, break baseball bats over my head like I'm Bo f**ing Jackson Thirty for thirty, Mac Lethal k**ed everything Hard nose like the narcos down in Medellín Is every single rapper a thug? If you ain't rapping about money, cars or b**hes then it has to be d** Maybe you could tell us all a story about your life Or maybe talk about a couple things you actually love I mean, sh**. It used to be a thing of beauty rapping a rhythm And now the artists that are practically ripping up anything that's popular And don't imagine the difference This is exactly a symptom of f**ing capitalism And I'm not mad at the system, and I'm not throwin' jabs and I'm not dissin' Cause it's just music, it ain't war, it ain't a maximum prison But I'm just saying motherf**ers when I'm rapping and spitting if I just do not do it fast less than half of you listen I wish there was a bu*ton that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets I wish there was a bu*ton that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets I wish there was a bu*ton that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets Well maybe in the next life I'll get it right Maybe in the next life I'll get it right Caught up in a circle