Made Men - Blowin' Circles in the Wind Lyrics
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    Blowin' Circles in the Wind

    (Talking in background)

    Turn up my headphones

    Sometimes, I don't even know if I'm coming or going
    (We about to take you there)

    Please lord let me make it through a day without no pain
    How can I make it through the fire when there is no rain?
    Send me free stuff dwelling on my sins
    Cause you got me blowing circles in the wind

    Repeat Chorus

    [Verse 1: Mr Gzus]
    I'm high as hell loungin' on my Ralph Lauren sofa
    Caught up in this game trying to maintain the quota
    Before it's over, gun talk before the gun spark
    Survive this long cause of the way I keep my gun cocked
    It's so dark, when I delve into my memoirs
    And it's so graphic; I strap myself with my Kevlar
    Hand on my gun metal, for all the beef that's unsettled
    Sold everything a thug pedalled, I'm just one rebel
    Thoughts are through in mind a la Kurt Cobain
    Yo, it's slow pain, like cocaine, flowing through a cold vein
    I meet the odds, now I pray to the gods
    My niggas in the yard get dealt some better cards
    Made Men's at large, get the fuck up ou to f Dodge
    Your whole entourage will get hit up with a barrage
    My choice weapon, the legacy of my legend
    Will still live on, until the day of Armageddon
    When I hit the dead end, yo, it's fire on the crucifix
    I'm losing it, trying to figure out who's the snitch
    I shed blood for my honour, on the street corner
    Hotter than a sauna, blazin' marijuana
    Duckin' shots and regroup I buck back, yo
    Cause fuck that, that's where niggas be getting snuffed at
    Whatever's coming tell me, I'll take i to n the chin
    So for every sin, I'm blowing circles in the wind

    Chorus 2X

    [Verse 2: Antonio Twice Thou]
    I inhale and blow it out
    Stress calls, in the Source no doubt
    I got steam to blow the top off a pressure cooker
    I had a dream; it seems frustration took us
    Do I have to grab a gat to touch my fantasy?
    Or will I live long enough to have a chance to see
    If I can blow the spot, show the world what I got
    You know there's a million niggas thinking just like me
    Smokin' on the same weed, livin' on the same named street
    With the same fat beats
    And all criminals for fucking with cracks and heats
    We magnets to the dragnet, young, black and got assets
    To make a smash like the crash test
    Now what's next, lifestyles of the trifle fraudulent
    I work hard, my life; it's still hard to get
    Interruption from a deep thought, to twist up
    Architect, I roll blunts perfect, apex when it's lit up
    I can't relax; I'm never calm
    No matter what happens, somebody drops the bomb; trying to do me harm
    And these street politics got me strapped up
    With a .45 stick and a habit on bricks
    I pat myself on the chest, to feel a vest
    Cause jealousy and envy among my peoples is a mess
    Don't playa hate, hate the game
    It's all the same; I'm blowing circles 'til I'm blowing flames
    Ain't nothing changed

    Chorus 2X

    (Chorus continues in background)

    Where my thugs at? (Made Men) 5X

    Chorus 2X


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