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One time claimed in childish days, now hazy distant past
The second said right from the head, but the love it didn’t last
The third reserved for the boy who one day will freeze time
There’s just one more first ‘I Love You’ til I die.
So much contained one little phrase, A word a spoken line
But meaning is deceiving if no feeling is behind
So many start this journey with a lover who is blind
And that love is neither patient, nor is kind
A constant foggy windshield and a broken rearview mirror.
As she drives you toward the ocean, truth will become clear.
Can’t afford to fight you battles, if you don’t trust who's by your side
You’d be best to show your fear and hide your pride.
Once the closet has been emptied and all the cards are dealt.
When we’ve cleared ourselves of envy, and we’ve cleared ourselves of guilt.
And we’re certain beyond reason this can stand the test of time.
There’s just one more first ‘I Love You’ til I die.
There’s just one more first ‘I Love You’ til I die.
It’s the final first ‘I love You’ til I die.
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Millennial Love
05:25
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My nana was a high school sweetheart
Granddaddy used to pick her up in his Detroit made car
They were married by the time they were nineteen years of age.
Daddy met my momma in his sophomore year,
On the campus lawn and it soon became clear
That their love would last until the end of days..
Things are different now and the pressure is greater,
I'm a Gen Y dater, a commitment hater,
I'll avoid about any label that I can.
I can talk to anyone at the touch of a finger,
I'm an independent, self-sufficient, free-thinker
Why the hell would I tie myself to just one man.
With bumble and tinder, so many contenders,
Hook-up culture and all night benders,
I'd be lucky if I found love by forty-five.
The grass is always greener on the other side,
Believe me, I've tried, and I've lied, and I've cried,
At this point I'm just trying to survive.
But yoooooou… You've really caught my eye
Youuuu… You may just be worth a try.
So just wipe that fear away my little dove,
Know that I'm here to stay if push comes to shove
It may sound cliche, but we will not go astray
In this digital, millennial love.
My daddy wants a daughter and my momma wants a baby. But I'm still playing the lottery to find myself a lady
And with you girl - I think I might have won the prize.
People always asking when will I find a man,
Settle down, get married, girl what's your plan
Maybe that's closer than I realize.
Those people don't know and those people don't matter,
Rush or take it slow, I think I'll pick the latter,
The pace we are moving at is just fine.
Let's see where this goes, for worse or for better.
And you best not propose until we live together,
And boy I can promise you, that will take some time.
I will do the cooking and I will do the cleaning.
You can make the money girl you've got no ceiling
But I'm still the big spoon when we cuddle up at night.
Yeah you can hold me tight when the nights are long,
You can still protect me you can still be strong.
I'm thinking you and I will be alright.
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Oh, Fifth of Whiskey
04:10
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Oh Fifth of Whiskey, Oh how I missed thee,
Drink the whole thing? Well that might be risky.
Glass 1, Glass 3, Hits the brain quickly,
The night is young and I feel a bit dizzy.
This bottle is my enemy, this bottle is my friend | This bottle will be with me until the bitter end.
And what this bottle wants I may never comprehend | But so long as it offers I will gladly apprehend.
Blurred straight lines, now I see it all together. | And I slurred a few times but I am better now than ever.
I’ll float like a feather, but don’t sting like a bee, | The effects of this poison are not enough for me
My confidence still lacks, it’s minimal impact | Mind still intact so how do I react.
Bona fide, cast aside, where do I confide, | At that point mind decides - more cyanide
Oh Fifth of Whiskey, Oh how I missed thee,
Drink the whole thing? Well that might be risky.
Glass 4, Glass 5, How can I contrive,
A situation in which I feel more alive...
But there is one thing I can count on there is one thing that is there | As I wake up in the morning I can taste the dog’s hair…
It will save me from my problems it will save me from despair | But it always leaves me solemn and it always leaves me bare.
I slip into depression, I search for ways to lesson | The pressing and jesting and always manifesting.
Feelings that I feel, But at least this time they’re real, | And as I re-create them I question the appeal,
The stories come simple, yes the stories come with ease | That’s why I often question my own random memories
It mustn’t be that basic, I seem to self-appease, | But at least it leaves me in a place where I’m at peace
Oh Fifth of Whiskey, Oh how I missed thee,
Drink the whole thing? Well that might be risky.
Glass 6, Glass 8, Now I’m feelin’ extra frisky.
Kiss me, you might as well kiss me.
I will come out of it this time, and when I do I will change my mind. | But for now ill stay blind, and let the eye of the storm subside.
I will come out of it this time, and when I do I will change my mind. | But for now ill stay blind, and let the eye of the storm subside.
Oh Fifth of Whiskey, Oh how I missed thee,
Drank the whole thing, well that was probably risky.
Glass 10, Bottle’s end, Now I slowly descend,
Eyes closed, body mends, conscience transcends
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Sweet Chicago Summertime
04:15
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Summertime in Chicago City and I’ll head to the beach where the girls are pretty
Bikinis go on for days
Doin 65 down lake shore drive. Windows down, sun bouncin off the skyline
And we’re having the time of our lives In this sweet chicago summertime
Aint got no pickup truck, but I’ve got my uber cab
Aint got no hunting dog, but I’ll walk my poodle half lab
Aint got no critters to chase, but the rats make up for it
Aint got no dirt roads around here, but the alleys will do the trick,
It’s Wrigley Field and its’’a GO CUBS GO
It’s Margaritas on the Patio
Life is good I wouldn’t trade it even if I could
Summertime in Chicago City and I’ll head to the park where the girls are pretty
And the sundresses go on for days and days and days
Playin softball on a tuesday night. 16-inch and a case of bud light.
And we’re havin the time of our lives. In this sweet chicago summertime.
Aint got no mud on the tires, but I’ve got sand on my feet.
Ain;t got no farmers in the fields, but there’s festivals in the street.
You don’t hear much Garth Brooks round here, but Kanye’s on the radio.
Government is filled with crooks round here, but we all want to BRING THOSE TROOPS HOOOOME
It’s a walk along the lakeshore path
It’s a blanket spread on the Lincoln Park grass.
Life is good I wouldn’t change it if I could.
Sumertime in Chicago City head to Lollapalooza where the girls are pretty
And the high-wasted jeans go on for days and days and days
Dancin with your girl while the band plays underneath the windy city sundays
And we’re havin the time of our lives in the sweet Chicago summertime
Second City, Windy City, It’s the Summertime | and We’ll hop on the L Train, That’s the Red Line,
Now these ladies look fine from Howard to Dan Ryan, | and I’m spittin’ scorin home runs like I’m Kris Bryant.
It’s the Air & Water show and I see them jets flyin,| got them boats in the Playpen errrrr’one is tyin up,
Pour it up and drink it up 3-1-2, | as I’m sippin’ summer ales from the Revolution Brew,
And we’re gettin’ drunk, buzzed up, turnin’ sideways | sippin’ Skinny Girls at the Pride Parade.
Cuz the Chi is made of a widely arrayed maze and ways to spend Chicago summer days
Summertime in Chicago City and I’ll head to the beach where the girls are pretty
Bikinis go on for days
Doin 65 down lake shore drive. Windows down, sun bouncin off the skyline
And we’re having the time of our lives In this sweet chicago summertime
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