an Interlude Called “Circus” (feat. Eryn Allen Kane)

Lyrics for an Interlude Called “Circus” (feat. Eryn Allen Kane)

Chillin' on the Westside, everything was perfect Back in 2012 before our record hit the surface Had a few girls, I was jugglin', I ain't ever did the circus Had a phone by Motorola, but that bitch was out of service My car go in and out like you tryna resuscitate it Ayy, we on the way, but only 50-50 chance we make it Ayy, we never say goodbye, no see you 'round or see you later Ayy, this Chicago, when you leave, we say "Be safe" here (this Chigaco, nigga) 'Bout time, I think it's 'bout time Back thеn, we didn't abide by Now I tend to spеnd my time (Time flies) I think about us Chillin' on the, uh, yeah, everything was perfect All the small things about bein' broke I never got to notice I took everything for granted when the moment was slow motion Got into a fender bender, whip so broken, it was totaled Not to sound like I don't appreciate what they pay me But all of the days in the basement, we tryin' to recreate it Was eyein' a freaky lady from my high school, now she hoein' She lookin' at how he glow up, 50-50 chance she goin' Chillin' on the westside, everything was perfect Back in 2012 before our record hit the surface Had a few girls, I was jugglin', I ain't ever did the circus Had a phone by Motorola, but (blink, motherfucker) My car go in and out like you tryna resuscitate it Ayy, we on the way, but only 50-50 chance we make it Ayy, we never say goodbye, no see you 'round or see you later Ayy, this Chicago (this Chicago, nigga)