Saafir - Real Circus lyrics

rate me

I bought my ticket ten years ago when in demand

Was the candy caramel. I submerged like a

Murk on the mental. but it was hard to tell if

Nails pitched on my tent on timewith the ringmaster

- God - had a whip. hit me on my hipnow I'm on

A hopbut it don't stop. now I advise the wise

Whywhy did you let me out the flock? now i'm

Flowin proflippin flugerms wit a new perm

I'm hittin different regions. it's winter season

Tryin to forget the treason of my twisted sisterso

I turn my face when rockin rollin in myst-ic

So side show freaks can't peep the mask task-force

Behind the jacketso I'm packin not because i'm

Hard. I'm paranoidI'm far away from

God. he can't see me. I ignorantly thought he caught me

Dreaminin comes the demon tryin to shoot me

That semen. one way I'm off the brinkthe detour

Was unblocked. i'm strictly on instinctI'm walkin

Over barriers. i'm spooked cause I keep hearin

The word spades. they tryin to pull my card

They're goin to get itI won't forget it like an

Elephanttigerlions rely on the funky monkey

Dyin in the real circus

I'm finally out of my cageit's been ten swings since

I quenched the silence. sure to erupt eyes-lids

Till they're queasy from the degree of the tilt of

A trapeze performer that's proven succession in

The progression of a jugglervain slittermy spear

Shifted. saafir's gifted like black santa. i was

Born a flipper with sticks and balance beams

I learn to differ swift stimulation of a soul snatcher.

Oh! here they come jay-z15 deep

In a clown car wit make-upbut I got make-up

For ya - wake up. I lay material like dogs upside

Down cakes. I give pounds to fakes so my cleets

Stake claimsskills have belittled spittle. what's

Coming from that grill - wafflesya shit is awful

Further let's implore for more speech reach back

For the cage where the elves are plottin schemes

You ask me to explain what I meanI will in

The afterlife kill deathI verify the untimid

BreathI'm trustworthy to the busting of dirty

Thirty-thousand year old authenticI'll win it

Just as the thought has brought into focus comes

The real traveling circus.

I'm jumpin through hoopscan you dance like a

Panther? I can. I pick my prey in shades of

Greybut I'm not color blind on the rhyme. the

Circus is in my scalp. I'm higher than the alps

I'll make you break camp. I tame crews like shrews

I bust nuts without screws. can you do that - hardly.

Ya too stiff malarky art kitsgive up the drawings

Ya never saw swings cling when the grip whips

That makes you feel like the real circus.