MR. CIRCUS Lyrics

Rock with the man

Top on the sand

Blunt filled with grams

Lay the yam in my hands

Wham

And I'm still fucking up her plans

Wearing out my jams

In her kitchen cooking up spam

Scheming booking my scams

I'm just watering her plants

In her crib wearing no pants

Menace doing my dance

Prove 'em wrong just give me that chance

Close your eyes take this trip

It's a vibe outer rim

Fill my eyes to the brim

Watch 'em melt watch 'em bleed

Watch 'em burn with the cig

What you want what you need

Money trees dropping figs

I thought that you was ready now he dropping shit that you won't see again

Thought that he was lying guess it's time to start believing him

Lost your faith believe again got that truth this evening

Why she still not leaving him and he be reaping dividends

Don't look now it's the big bad wolf

Fucking on me got your friends like who

Giving no names 'cause of what they might do

Didn't wanna see now they wanna find you

Get a little shine now they wanna ride you

Think I wanna leave now they wanna hide you

Don't wanna live now a homicide too

Even I win I lose

Pulling out one for you

No telling what I'd do

Can't say just when I'm through

Mr. Different not like you

I do this shit for my dogs bitch don't make me choose

Whole lotta wave boutta crash

Taking back the land with a rash second hand

Smiling 'cause I'm glad whooped that ass second half

We ain't champs I'm just quick to raise a glass

Rock with the man

Top on the sand

Blunt filled with grams

Lay the yam in my hands

Wham