Mac Miller 01. Circles
Well, this is what it look like right before you fallStumblin' around, you've been guessing your directionNext step, you can't see at allAnd I don't have a name, I don't have a name, noWho am I to blame? Who am I to blame though?And I cannot be changed, I cannot be changed, noTrust me, I've triedI just end up right at the start of the lineDrawin' circlesMmmWell, I drink my whiskey, and you sip y..
