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lirik lagu blowin’ circles in the wind – made men

[talking in background]

yo
turn up my headphones

sometimes, i don’t even know if i’m coming or going
(we about to take you there)

[chorus]
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

[chorus]

[verse 1: mr gzus]
i’m high as h-ll 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 c-cked
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 n-gg-z in the yard get dealt some better cards
made men’s at large, get the f-ck 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 f-ck that, that’s where n-gg-z 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 x2]

[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 n-gg-z thinking just like me
smokin’ on the same weed, livin’ on the same named street
with the same fat beats,
and all criminals for f-cking with cracks and heats
we magnets to the dragnet, young, black and got -ssets
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 x2]

[chorus continues in background]

where my thugs at? (made men) [x5]

[chorus x2]

- made men

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