Odd Sport, DFinest - Circle Lyrics

Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Before you walk
You gotta crawl first
I skipped that part
And started running
Crazy young motherfucker
Making too much money
Thought I could buy happiness
I was wrong honey
Bought a car
Out of pure
Fucking depression
Then I crashed it
Alcohol such an obsession
Sorry mother
Yo se que soy un necio
Gracias a Dios
No estoy muerto ni preso
En los hombros
Siempre he llevado peso
Uno flaco
En los hombros el peso
Estoy cansado
'Toy fatigado
El amor de mi vida
De mi se ha olvidado
El amor de mi vida
De mi se ha alejado
Por muchas veces
Yo actuar como un tarado
And man
That shit hurts for real
Man you don't know
Man you don't know
How that shit
Really feels for real
Hey! Man!
That shit hurts for real
Man you don't know
Man you don't know
How that shit
Really feels
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
AHHHH!
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small…
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small…
Look, I'm the type to see the wrong move
And know it's time to change
Too many rappers wanna lie about
Their type of pain
But these days
It seem like everything's a replay
I'm spitting music through each state
No squares in my circle can delay
No time to think twice
I just, do as I please
I was born from a king
The apple ain't fall far from the tree
Stress level down
For each time I murder a beat
It's murder on my mind
Thankfully on this song I'm a feature
I told everyone
Never count me out only count me in
Cause I'd be damn
If I sit around and only pretend
That everything claiming to be solid
Deserves a spot
Half of them let your flowers
Sit around and just rot
I don't wanna be the the type
To receive flowers too late
Only the lord knows how much
I'm balancing on my plate
I tried to tell them
That everyone around don't belong
That's partially the reason
Why I wrote to this song
Too many people should get paid
For the way that they act
It's hard to keep all my emotions
All in one tact
My bro came for the feature
So I cannot slack
Do it one more time
For the people in the back
We yelling
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small…
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small…

Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Before you walk
You gotta crawl first
I skipped that part
And started running
Crazy young motherfucker
Making too much money
Thought I could buy happiness
I was wrong honey
Bought a car
Out of pure
Fucking depression
Then I crashed it
Alcohol such an obsession
Sorry mother
Yo se que soy un necio
Gracias a Dios
No estoy muerto ni preso
En los hombros
Siempre he llevado peso
Uno flaco
En los hombros el peso
Estoy cansado
'Toy fatigado
El amor de mi vida
De mi se ha olvidado
El amor de mi vida
De mi se ha alejado
Por muchas veces
Yo actuar como un tarado
And man
That shit hurts for real
Man you don't know
Man you don't know
How that shit
Really feels for real
Hey! Man!
That shit hurts for real
Man you don't know
Man you don't know
How that shit
Really feels
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
AHHHH!
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small…
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small…
Look, I'm the type to see the wrong move
And know it's time to change
Too many rappers wanna lie about
Their type of pain
But these days
It seem like everything's a replay
I'm spitting music through each state
No squares in my circle can delay
No time to think twice
I just, do as I please
I was born from a king
The apple ain't fall far from the tree
Stress level down
For each time I murder a beat
It's murder on my mind
Thankfully on this song I'm a feature
I told everyone
Never count me out only count me in
Cause I'd be damn
If I sit around and only pretend
That everything claiming to be solid
Deserves a spot
Half of them let your flowers
Sit around and just rot
I don't wanna be the the type
To receive flowers too late
Only the lord knows how much
I'm balancing on my plate
I tried to tell them
That everyone around don't belong
That's partially the reason
Why I wrote to this song
Too many people should get paid
For the way that they act
It's hard to keep all my emotions
All in one tact
My bro came for the feature
So I cannot slack
Do it one more time
For the people in the back
We yelling
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small…
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small
Keep your circle small…