Cirqlation (feat. Olivia Applegate)

Magna Carda

Cirqlation (feat. Olivia Applegate)

Title Cirqlation (feat. Olivia Applegate)
Album Cirqlation
Year 2016
Notes lawson@roynet.com / Publishing: 75%
Vocals Female
Lyrics

Mama always say just your gut when it tells you something
It’s 230 am her guts telling her hes not coming
The dinner still out on the table cold, and it twists her stomach
Her kings out in this world
Just God and his gun for comfort
Cocked and loaded no holster
Just tucked in his jeans
Supposed to be for protecting the crib but she knows what he means
When he say hes desperate for cash the baby’s due in two weeks
And he not prepared
A 19 year old dad with no dad
He’s panicking , battling threats of dismantlement
Digesting his abandonment, trying to step into new shoes he cant handle
And see shes older, more mature and more focused, she knows things do pass
But he’s just stubborn, he just wants a peace of mind and loot fast
She sits and waits until her phone rings
And when she answers, she’s relieved to hear him see its his last stop he’ll be home after
Now she can breathe

Does that make you feel free
With no wind in your lungs
To fly with no wings
Cracks in your bones, candor on your tongue
Blood on your teeth
Trying to
Free your mind
Just so you can free

(2x)

Mama say you gotta hold your own
You need some money hit the plug up on the phone
When it ring back, hit the trap, bring the money home
And when the money runs out then its back to the stove
Mama always told me better watch your back
That’s why I’m leaving with the heater got the strap
Tell my mama I love her, my girl and my kid
Just in case tonight I aint coming back
Before she hang up she say boy stop your strolling
Through these streets open
Somebody got they eyes on your scoping
Police patrolling
You can be another hastag overnight, just more life stolen
Or a victim of your neighborhood a face on a shirt or poster
He’s posted
The coke’s pure just one drop
Make enough to get a crib for the little kid, lil extra spend and whatnot
Hand on the Wessen for when the trunk pop
Got that heat like Texas
You blood pluggin the pieces like tetris
Queens home almost 29 weeks pregnant
Thinking of fatherhood, feeling the pressures
Checking the rearview for a signal
Blowing kush smoke out the window
Then he feels the cold steel of a pistol
The piece at his temple

Could you breathe?
Does that make you feel free
With no wind in your lungs
To fly with no wings
Cracks in your bones, candor on your tongue
Blood on your teeth
Trying to
Free your mind
Just so you can free

(2x)

(Outro)
Are you free
Can’t you see that I can’t breathe
Something’s come over me
Are you free?

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