Chorus “Circles and circles and circles again, The girls in Circles and circles… Got to stop spinning” -Tori Amos, “Cloud On My Toungue”
V1a (tonedeff) Young beautiful girls, Professional Widows and models/ Candy facial expressions, figure impressions of bottles/ Novelties jettin’ full-throttle, vivacious to view through goggles/ Vibrant, though minds-Conniving, a style aficionado/ I don’t wanna lose ‘em all, the lover eyes of a doll/ Hot, erotic, she got it, putting Butterflies in my gull/ She’s got my sense spinning, like a nickel in rotation/ With no modulation, the type of pussy to form a nation. V1b (logic) Many bitches give the round around and claim that they’re not able/ “I can’t kiss on the first date.” But still be dancing naked on some tables/ Claim the families behind you, but you’ve spoken much too fast/ Cause your mom and your cousin, too, claim you’re just an outkast.
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V2a (logic) Round & Round ‘n’, contemplating/ Circulating like the earth be in rotation/ She’s the object of my fascination and brothers around me/ Got my mind in the jungle, but girl, I’ll house you like the county. V2b (tonedeff) I met this Honey named Tori, A-MOSt wicked scam/ Who was the Waitress at the Little Amsterdam with Talula and Marianne/ Who used to run together like the Horses ran/ But, Tori always used to seem like she was in The Wrong Band/ Began the format to rap the Precious Things in her ear/ Like, you’ve been Here. In My Head, but I’ve been Silent All These Years/ I’ve had this Cloud On My Tongue, understand where I be coming from?/ It’s something I wanted to say before she moved to London/ It’s been a “Pretty Good Year,” she said, “I went to China/ All the way to New York.” Her travels seemed to make her finer/ She said she was Past the Mission of gaining my recognition/ Cause she thought she was a Cornflake Girl in competition/ With them raisin chicks, who turned to Icicles in Winter/ I had to begin to express all the times she’s been the center/ of my Thoughts, with Little Earthquakes bringing me to my knees/ I figured she was acting cold because she Caught A Lite Sneeze.
Bridge “Thought I was over the bridge now” -Tori Amos
V3a (tonedeff) She’s got me going in circles, 360 degrees-easy/ Sometimes, she be colder than ice to freeze the pleas/ Of my being one of her L-O-V-E’s, But see, degrees vary in her/ So, to win her, I’ma spin her with my flows/ Think of the times she rolls around my way/ But, hey, what can I say, I see her every other day/ And damn her face, it’s a disgrace when I can’t even write a rhyme/ Cause every time I find I’m dreaming of her creaming in my mind/ In position… it blurs my vision every time she pass/ ‘Is the mission just to get glasses or wax that ass?”/ But it’s like, her candle never had a fire to light/ So, my dick is the wick and I’ll be catching some matches tonight. V3b (logic) She be that two-faced bitch, that switches her hips like mood swings/ Giving head to the winningest team on campus, but still has time to be queen of the prom scene/ Obscene as it may seem as an objective/ Brothers have tried to reject it, but that ass is yet to be neglected/ V3c (tonedeff) She’s not the girl from Ipanema sipping ZIMA/ She be that rave bitch that’s at the disco sippin’ Cisco in her daddy’s Beamer/ V3d (logic) so if she really wants to take you for a spin/ She’s good for nothing but the Holiday Inn. We’re in circles.
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