Yung Dadd - Circa 2012

Lemme paint a picture
It's a story of a little kid
Didn't come from money
And his momma was his favorite
Papa wasn't there but wasn't gone
He worked at the pizza hut
And when his kids would visit
Time just really seemed to dip but uhh
Auntie act like daddy also mommy
It was pretty normal
Hand me downs from goodwill
They was never dressing formal
And till fifth grade everything was seeming kinda tight
Then the world threw middle school into his life
And for the first month of school he would chill up in the front office
Cuz all his friends went to mcauliffe and it seemed poppin
But he was chillin, he would make some friends soon
Friends aren't really friends when the in the end they just offend you
How he suppose to feel when all kids he thought were so cool
Said "you smell like cigarettes"
Because his fuckin grandma was living with him
And packs were just smoked to the end
And this kid and all of his friends
Were weird from the start to the end
And he hadn't picked up the pen
His therapist was his best friend
And he grew thinkin the dudes
He hung out with turned into men
But they never turned into friends
What he thought he was to them
Was not what they thought
Not what they thought
Circa i'm circling
Circa i'm circling
Earth is still turning
And i'm still not learning things
Circa i'm circling
Circa i'm circling
Earth is still turning
And i'm still not learning things
Circa i'm circling
Circa i'm circling
Earth is still turning
And i'm still not learning things
Circa i'm circling
Circa i'm circling
Earth is still turning
And i'm still not learning things
Now the kid is 20
Girls look at him funny
He ain't got no money
And he's pissed
At least he's funny
Shit that's what they all say
Look at him in his face
And tell him he's okay
Cuz boy is he in pain
This shit happens everyday
How he spose to feel when everybody ends up fucking leaving
How he spose to feel when all his friendships start slowly depleting
How he spose to feel?
Write another verse and then get pissed like what's the deal
And he just woke up in another house
Head pounding with a beer
That's in right hand
His left hand holds a pack of ports
And can't really fight
He hides his lows with highs
He's angry all the time
He feels kinda benign
Like all the fucking time
But he's like "hey it's fine"
Why's he angry what's the deal?
Why's he so pissed off for half the fucking year
Please tell me what happened
I'll lend both my ears
What's he fuckin thinkin when he's tweakin
Can't complete a single thought
And pops off into a journal
Or topica mixed with vodka
Circa i'm circling
Circa i'm circling
Earth is still turning
And i'm still not learning things
Circa i'm circling
Circa i'm circling
Earth is still turning
And i'm still not learning things
Circa i'm circling
Circa i'm circling
Earth is still turning
And i'm still not learning things
Circa i'm circling
Circa i'm circling
Earth is still turning
And i'm still not learning things

Written by:
Aaron Durst

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