[Chorus: Mikalott & Stevie G]
They just be talking in circles, talking in circles
Drinking that purple, Smoking that herbal yeah x 2
[Verse 1: Stevie G]
Talk bout smokin that herbal you say that you're the dopest
Surrounded by Distractions ironic you push a Focus
See the future and I notice that you lookin hopeless
And if you didn't notice I produced and wrote this
Phone blowin up
Hoes hit me up
Asking me to just chill
Now I'm in the studio
With a groupie hoe
Shit's going down for real
She's in my lap
I'm on the Mac
She wanna know what's the deal
I'm just focusin on some other shit while she concentrate on the feels
I ain't got time for this shit
But when she come over we makin a flick
Hold up real quick let me get this
She riding me like she driving a stick
After I beat put her out in the streets
Hitting the play button back to the peace
Trappin these beats and I feel like a beast
If you really wanna know my shit ain't cheap
You a square so you talk in circles
Got No bitches around you so just geekin like Urkle
When I pull up at a show got em lookin like squirtles
I live in the fast lane you just livin like turtles
[Chorus: Mikalott & Stevie G]
They just be talking in circles, talking in circles
Drinking that purple, Smoking that herbal yeah x 2
[Verse 2: Mikalott]
Tryna write a song and get to the shit
But the world the trying to throw me off
My phone always beep beepin and shit
Got damn what the fuck they want?
With my nigga Stevie, knee deep in a beat
On repeat tryna bring heat to the to streets
Bars go hard, beats on fleek
Impressin' these peeps wit a sleek technique
Yes I'm switching the flow up
This ain't a rap bout gettin my dough up
Im at the venue they, finna show up
So I'm just guessin that I'm finna blow up
Unless I wind up getting distracted
By texts bout fucking these ratchets
Or conversations about where my niggas just happen to land in the brackets
But I can't lie, I don't mind the shit
Placing my mind on that minor shit
But bottom line, I take my time with this
So I don't sound a bit like that designer kid
And I don't blow my bucks on designer kicks
To me that shit is madness
They so busy chasing ass these days, I don't see em taking no action
They be Talking in circles, and my circle's including no squares;
My circle will triangles you only see when you're aware
Tryna box me in like rectangles
And Facilitate my despair
Cause they know I'm bound to blow like fireworks at the fair
[Chorus: Mikalott & Stevie G]
They just be talking in circles, talking in circles
Drinking that purple, Smoking that herbal yeah x 2
[Verse 3: Bogle]
It's funny to me, really I'm laughing
It's funny to me
They're gunning for me
All of the shit I get done in a week
Plumbing a leak
That's what I call your girl running to me
But I just have somewhere to be
I just have somewhere to be
Recently, my schedule
Looking like professionals
I am not, so flexible
Didn't get my vegetables
I don't know what's acceptable
I might cause a big spectacle
Why am I so skeptical?
I'll drop the ball, no testicles
Hah, Gross
All of you squares are toast
Hah, Boast
Cuz I'm well-rounder than most
I think you need to get off of me
I think I'm right where I outta be
You should brush up on geometry
You should brush up on geometry
You a square, and you move in circles
Got some women of color and they've
Been rolling the purple
All your edges fuckin sharp
You can't hang in my circle
Cuz I keep it fuckin moving
Call me Bogle the Gerbil
Stevie....
Intelligent...
And Bogessss!
