IN CIRCLES

[Intro: Rob Riley]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Rob Riley]
She say…he approached her
But don’t even post her
He ghost her
Thinking he suppose ta
I’m a make a post ta
Post bout not posting
Like a poster
Maybe heen ain’t a whole
Brag and boaster
Further…on my
Mama she gimme ulcers
When she pop up
Like toast from a toaster
I chose ta
Chase her like
Frat house mimosas
That only madе her
Wanna get closer

[Chorus: Rob Riley]
Whеn I hold her
I’m like hold up
Mama you not solo
And we ain’t sober
And this is bad bad
Not good for both us
Further
What goes round
Comes round
It’s circular

[Verse 2: Rob Riley]
I don’t wanna hurt her
But I’m hurting her
Worser than a 3rd grade
Puppy dog first love
It’s both us
Knowing we ain’t ‘spose ta
When we close up
We can’t keep our hands
Close ta us
Over love…
But this back and forth
So us
Entering in again
Like we don’t know what’s up
Knowing what I know now
You’d think I grown up
But I don’t wanna grow up
When it’s just both us

[Chorus: Rob Riley]
When I hold her
I’m like hold up
Mama you not solo
And we ain’t sober
And this is bad bad
Not good for both us
Further
What goes round
Comes round
It’s circular

[Verse 3: Rob Riley]
Blissfully ignorant
Attitude…so what
She and I both know
What we both want
Choked up
Lipstick stain collar
She yoked up
Rush feelings got me feeling
Coked up
There’s no such slow up
On this coaster

Hard to focus
When this tint rose colored
Head doing doughnuts
For my heart there’s no luck
Both guts and arms
Get thrown up

[Chorus: Rob Riley]
When I hold her
I’m like hold up
Mama you not solo
And we ain’t sober
And this is bad bad
Not good for both us
Further
What goes round
Comes round
It’s circular

[Bridge: Rob Riley]
What goes round
Comes round
What goes round
Comes round
Goes round

What goes round
Comes round
What goes round
Comes round
Goes round

What goes round
Comes round
What goes round
Comes round
Goes round

So I think what I’m gonna do is
I’m gonna try to make this jawn like
Loop around
Yeah

[Chorus: Rob Riley]
When I hold her
I’m like hold up
Mama you not solo
And we ain’t sober
And this is bad bad
Not good for both us
Further
What goes round
Comes round
It’s circular