The 4th 3rd

Lyrics

[Intro] 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, man... [Spoken Word] 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 [Verse 1] 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 conjured 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 lemonade 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... [Spoken Word] 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 [Verse 2] 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 Lingered fingers, with spines aligned, digging in your mind like it's mine Sometimes at night it seem so damn right Just to shift nose to neck, if 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... [Spoken Word] Memories take you back, to the good times When it's over I'd 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 [Verse 3] The greatest story ever erased and never replaced 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 J" 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, who's this?" to "Hey!" To hear the joy in your voice, I'd 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 could've swore love transcends But two turntables alone don't make a blend The tracks are too different for "if"s, "but"s, and "so"s But if it's so right... – Nevermind, we both know Sometimes I wonder if you married my replacement Equally open, with ideas adjacent You built 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,  Gilded with Fool's 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 [Spoken Word] 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 inside, and you are with me still I roamed a thousand miles before you came