Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The 4th 3rd, artist - J-Live. Album song All Of The Above (Clean), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.04.2002
Record label: Triple Threat
Song language: English
The 4th 3rd |
Can’t even call this a blues song |
It’s been so long |
Neither one of us was wrong or anything like that |
It seems like yesterday |
In the silence of the city night |
When the lonely watch the sky in yearning |
I, at rest, lie in peace beside you |
I searched a thousand skies before you came |
For the 4th 3rd, I Chris Columbus three words from Stevie for the issue |
The only thing to call it was official |
The way I live for you was as if I’d die with you |
Cause not a moment I spent with you was artifical |
The plan from the dome was to build a home with you |
Forever had a space in my heart, I roam with you |
Hypothetical dreams conjure when I met you |
See, years grew between us and still I can’t forget you |
Regretting how I ever let you let me let you escape fool’s paradise |
Running from a paradox |
Living like a pair of ducks, but with different flocks |
With different destinations, our ships remain docked |
Temporary, but the feelings that I harbor still wade |
In the holy waters that made our sweet lemonaid |
Too dumb to persist, too smart to persuade |
Too heavy to push aside and too strong to stay |
Too hard to work and so easy to play |
Like chopsticks, what I picked slipped away |
Leaving me to recollect day by day |
And take solace in the words Bill say |
Memories take you back, to the good times |
When it’s over and sad times disappear |
Memories take you back |
To the lean times, in between times |
To the days of yesteryear |
Memories are that way |
Memories are that way, that way back to that way back |
When I could never think of you and say «wack» |
Similar to old cassettes, something to cuss at |
Deteriorating with each rewind and playback |
Even now, under the hiss I reminisce |
On this angelic face, reciprocating bliss |
With the radio low, your feet anchored in mine |
Hands to waistline, walking to a bassline |
Good food in my belly, good love on my mind |
Turn around to a kiss deep enough to stop time |
Open up to a smile so bright, I go blind |
To the suffering of the world, everything appears fine |
Poetry in the bed, literally |
You putting me open to Stephany and Giovanni |
With legs entwined, trading profound lines |
Linens, fingers, and spines aligned, digging in your mind like it’s mine |
Sometimes at night it seem so damn right |
Just to shift nose to neck, just to get a whiff |
I’ve never seen life like this, so life-like |
This is how I’d like my life to subsist |
But somewhere in between us were interpretations |
Of justice and Jesus, cultures in said nations |
But if I woulda knew what I know now, mighta never known how |
Memories take you back, to the good times |
When it’s over |
I searched a thousand skies before you came |
And in the morning, when the world is new |
The lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me |
The greatest story ever erased could never replace |
The worst torture ever I faced was trying to retrace |
The steps in my mind like a defeated surgeon fighting fate |
With the cure just a little too late |
We went from «Yo, who’s that?» |
to «Hi, my name is Jay» |
To hoping I would run into you in the hallway |
To «That's my homegirl, peace queen, how ya been?» |
To «Lemme get your number, damn do I have a pen?» |
From «May I speak to» to «Peace» to «Who's this?» |
to «Hey!» |
To hear the joy in your voice I call you every day |
The VCR blue screen lit the dark room |
Miles and Gil, «Quiet Nights» that was our tune |
But Friday’s dates and Saturday’s prayer |
Lead to Sunday’s break-up, and Monday’s make-up |
As just friends up until Tuesday’s wake up |
Together again, in a cycle that never ends |
My young heart coulda swore love transcends |
But two turntables alone don’t make a blend |
The tracks are too different for «ifs, buts and sos» |
But if it’s so right? |
Never mind, we both know |
Sometimes I wonder if you married my replacement |
Equally old with ideas adjacent |
You build a whole 'nother story to your dream house |
Kept my possessions in a box in the basement |
I still consider you a song bird, singing in the open cage |
Guilded with fools gold, but that’s just me |
There’ll never be no animocity, I’m thankful for the memories |
All I ask is that you remember me |
In the silence of the city night |
When the lonely watch the sky in yearning |
I, at rest, lie in peace beside you |
I searched a thousand skies before you came |
And in the morning, when the world is new |
The lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me |
And in the quiet of the afternoon, when the lonely roam |
I turn beside, and you are with me still |
I roamed a thousand miles before you came |