An Interlude Called "Circus"

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 (no wey chinga tu madre)

'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
(butts, what? cause you are gay)
(who's told you that?)
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
(No wey chinga tu madre, tu callate)



Credits
Writer(s): Eryn Koehn, Pharris Thomas, Daoud Ayodele Miles Anthony, Dylan Frank, Chandler Tahj Malik, Michael Rapaport
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