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)