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