Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jazz, artist - Mike G. Date of issue: 13.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jazz |
| I play jazz on the saxophone |
| With your love I couldn’t ask for more |
| They’ll never get me back I’m gone |
| I tell em my girl waiting for me back at home |
| Cold nights you sat back at my side |
| Cold nights now passion lack in my eyes |
| Summer days driving with the top taken off |
| Some are days forgotten other moments that are lost |
| Pictures of you painted on my wall |
| Now it’s pictures I can’t delete though it’s pain seeing them all |
| Falling in love behind closed doors |
| I’m just falling behind doors closing more and more |
| Moments I told myself that I would leap for |
| Now it’s days in my room it’s like time springs forward |
| Times we wanted to tell everyone about each other |
| Now it’s moments in time I can’t ever tell to another |
| I play jazz on the saxophone |
| My girl waiting for me back at home |
| Play jazz on the saxophone |
| Always good in the beginning that’s a fact that’s known |
| I know I couldn’t ask for more |
| Then girls come around and it’s back old me |
| Take her back to my room |
| Should I tell her that I gotta girl back at home |
| Read your messages in your voice every time |
| Red flags every time you rewind in your mind |
| May I remind you times of blue skies |
| Couldn’t lie cover revealed I blew the disguise |
| Though it’s clear how the tears would stream from your eyes |
| No clearer decision than when you no longer want to try |
| And I can’t lie it was the green that would tempt me |
| At the same time I seen my greed cause your envy |
| I was thinking simply lay it down gently |
| Student of the game with no proof to a theory |
| Perfect came slower than a purple tape |
| Though I started fighting for your love like a Purple Heart soldier |
| Know I lost focus |
| It’s starting to seem hopeless |
| Chances I lost outweigh the chances I took |
| I’m rambling feel like I tried everything in the book |
| I’m not as good as I look |
| I’m rappin into the hook |
| I play blues on the saxophone |
| With the news you would never come back I’m torn |
| And now I’m coming back alone |
| And she just up and left, nothing packed or gone |
| I play jazz on the saxophone |
| Did you bad you ain’t ask for none |
| And now I’m coming back alone |
| And she just up and left, nothing packed or gone |
| I play jazz on the saxophone |
| My girl waiting for me back at home |
| Play jazz on the saxophone |
| Always good in the beginning that’s a fact known |
| Whether she leave or stay one of them gon' be the best thing for you |
| Just make sure it’s the right choice man |