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)