Ivan Ave - The Circle lyrics

[Verse 1] Tummy rumbling for money rolls My hands looking for something to hold My mind runnin' like bu*ter on toast I'm getting heated like a lung from the smoke, like yo Yo on the day to day I'm steady tryna mold this paper maché I'm tryna offer you my brain with all the shapes it'll make These lames stay in a box, what a waste of crayons I been tryna get it like I'm dimmin' the lights low Keep mine slow but still fill up this pothole I've seen them ride those fast to the end station, go 'head and chase it I know this sh** moves in cycles I'm good, yeah [Hook] I don't really f** with triangles no more I don't really f** with rectangles either I don't f** with hectagons even I'm done tryna work the angles, it's enough just working the circle The circle [Verse 2] She's such a beautiful problem, threw me for a loop to be honest This phone feeling like a tumor in my pocket I'ma get up on the roof and drop it sh** was everything, now it's nothing at all Yeah I'm missin' you but not enough to call Now I'm looking back on it tryna put together the equation of where started, where we are is a circle Hittin' it raw pavlovian Shawty try to conquer like Napoleon, my guards [?] And she talkin' all that zodiac jazz, I'm like I'm like lover I don't know about that In fact, I don't really know jack Like Nicholson, I just came through swinging my axe Tryna get intimate through the feel of the flesh Soon as I get some real feelings I jet The circle, yeah [Hook] I don't really f** with triangles no more I don't really f** with rectangles either I don't f** with hectagons even I'm done tryna work the angles, it's enough just working the circle The circle [Verse 3] Tummy rumbling for money rolls My hands looking for something to hold My mind runnin' like bu*ter on toast I'm sittin' back getting comfortable, like yo I'm done with a decade of paying rent late My funds dried up but I kept the pen spraying Now I'm pening these babies and getting paid Penetrating the game, bumpin' Sade So if you play this in the fall what's up? I know the summer wasn't long enough, like what the f** But yeh, everything will come around, we gon' shut it down My circle keepin' 100 thou', Mutual I what's good [Hook] I don't f** with triangles no more I don't really f** with rectangles either I don't f** with hectagons even I'm done tryna work the angles, it's enough just working the circle The circle The circle Circle, circle