SABA – An Interlude Called “Circus” Lyrics

An Interlude Called “Circus” Lyrics – SABA

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 the phone by Motorola, but that bitch was out of service
My cargo in and out like you [?] resuscitate it
On the way, but only fifty-fifty chance we make it
And we never say “Goodbye”, no “See you ’round”, no “See you later”
Ayy, this Chicago (This Chicago, nigga)

‘Bout time, I think it’s ’bout time
Back then we didn’t abide by
Now I turn this [?] up ([?]), I think about us
Chillin’ on the, uh, yeah, everything was perfect
All the small things of bein’ broke I never got to notice
I took everything for granted went the moment was slow motion
Got into a fender bender, ribs were broken, it was total
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 I into freaky lady, from my high school now he on shit
Lookin’ at how he glow up, fifty-fifty ’til she gone

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 the phone by Motorola, but that (Blink motherfucker)
My cargo in and out like you [?] resuscitate it
On the way, but only fifty-fifty chance we make it
And we never say “Goodbye”, no “See you ’round”, no “See you later”
Ayy, this Chicago (This Chicago, nigga)