Lyrics
Running around in my head
Running around in a circle
Running around in my head
Running around in a circle
Ready set well shit you can't even catch him
Young b boy running round with the x men
Guess cause my profession
I'm your stereotype
But I tend to be yo stereos type
May have feel in love with dancer at an Aerial height
But she just teasing Aeriola
And I didn't get to know her
I been plucking off this quarter
I been plucking off this bible
If I got my own name do I still need a title
Like what you gon do if it's cocked to your head
Are you thinking of your idols
Or your rivals
Are you asking for forgiveness
Are you thinking bout the life you lived
Or what's coming
Fuck that bullshit dog man I'm running
If that boy pick me off then he gunning
If I ain't know no better
I'd ask God why he ain't send berettas to the crosses
If life don get no better then I'm hostage
Don't let them catch you at your window
Running around in my head
Running around in a circle
Don't let them catch you at your window
Running around in my head
Running around in a circle
Play this shit while you reminiscing
Like is you even listening
Play this shit while you reminiscing
Like would you even listen
Play this shit while you reminiscing
Like is you even listening
Play this shit while you reminiscing
Like would you even listen
Ready set well shit you can't even catch em
Young b boy running round with the
With the well shit it's open carry
A small city kinda get scary
A small city always been scary
City full of madness
City full of darkness
So be sure if you matching that
You use a light to spark it
City full of matches