[Verse] Limbo in a limo, no driver assigned, Meter still running—that’s a hell of a fine. Lust had a velvet rope, knew me by name, Said, “You back already?” I said, “Different campaign.” Third floor buffet, I was licking the spoon, Stomach said stop, eyes booked another room. Fourth, I bought gold with a loan on the gold, Sold what I had for the feeling of more. Fifth, got mad at the man in the mirror, Punched him once; now there’s eight of him here. Sixth, little furnace for a big certainty, Still telling the flames they should listen to me. Seventh, all the hurt got a return address, Eighth, sold maps with the exits incorrect. Ninth, no fire—just the lake and the cold, Couldn’t buy warmth with a mouthful of gold. [Hook] Circle K, Circle K, stopped for a light, Went in for a snack, came out reconsidering life. Nine little circles on the back of my hand, How many times I gotta do this again?
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