Saba, Eryn Allen Kane - ​an Interlude Called ‘Circus' lyrics

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 fifty-fifty chance we make it
Ayy, we never say "Goodbye, "
No "See you 'round, " no "See you later"
Ayy, this Chicago, when you leave
We say "Be safe" here (This Chicago, 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 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
Fifty-fifty 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 fifty-fifty chance we make it
Ayy, we never say "Goodbye, "
No "See you 'round, " no "See you later"
Ayy, this Chicago (This Chicago, nigga)