[{"id":23981545,"name":"The 4th 3rd","trackName":"The 4th 3rd","artistName":"J‐Live","albumName":"The Early Works of J‐Live","duration":332.8812699,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Eric Krasno, Rokafella)\n\nCan't even call this a blues song\nIt's been so long\nNeither one of us was wrong or anything like that\nIt seems like yesterday\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the silence of the city night\nWhen the lonely watch the sky in yearning\nI, at rest, lie in peace beside you\nI searched a thousand skies before you came\n\n[Verse 1]\nFor the 4th 3rd, I Chris Columbus three words from Stevie for the issue\nThe only thing to call it was official\nThe way I live for you was as if I die with you\nCause not a moment I spent with you was artifical\nThe plan from the dome was to build a home with you\nForever had a space in my heart, I roam with you\nHypothetical dreams conjure when I met you\nSee, years grew between us and stil I can't forget you\nRegretting how I ever let you let me let you escape fools paradise\nRunning from a paradox\nLiving like a pair of ducks, but with different flocks\nWith different destinations, our ships remain docked\nTemporary, but the feelings that I harbor stil wade\nIn the holy waters that made our sweet lemonaid\nToo dumb to persist, too smart to persuade\nToo heavy to push aside and too stong to stay\nToo hard to work and so easy to play\nLike chopsticks, what I picked slipped away\nLeaving me to recollect day by day\nAnd take solace in the words Bill say\n\n[Chorus]\nMemories take you back, to the good times\nWhen it's over and sad times disappear\nMemories take you back\nTo the lean times, in between times\nTo the days of yesteryear\nMemories are that way\n\n[Verse 2]\nMemories are that way, that way back to that way back\nWhen I could never think of you and say \"wack\"\nSimilar to old cassettes, something to cuss at\nDeteriorating with each rewind and playback\nEven now, one of the hits I remenice\nOn this angelic face, reciplicating bliss\nWith the radio low, your feet anchored in mine\nHands to waistline, walking to a bassline\nGood food in my belly, good love on my mind\nTurn around to a kiss deep enough to stop time\nOpen up to a smile so bright, I go blind\nTo the suffering of the world, everything appears fine\nPoetry in the bed, literally\nYou putting me open to Stephanie and Giovanni\nWith legs entwined, trading profound lines\nFingers and spines aligned, digging in your mind like it's mine\nSometimes at night it seem so damn right\nJust to shift nose to neck, just to get a whiff\nI've never seen life like this, so life-like\nThis is how I'd like my life to subsist\nBut somewhere in between us were interpetations\nOf justice and Jesus, cultures in said nations\nBut if I woulda knew what I know now, mighta never known how\n\n[Chorus]\nMemories take you back, to the good times\nWhen it's over\nI searched a thousand skies before you came\nAnd in the morning, when the world is new\nThe lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe greatest story ever erased and never replaced\nThe worst torture ever I faced\nWas trying to retrace the steps in my mind\nLike a defeated surgeon fighting fate with the cure\nJust a little too late\nWe went from \"Yo, who's that?\" to \"Hi, my name is Jay\"\nTo hoping I would run into you in the hallway\nTo \"That's my homegirl, peace queen, how ya been?\"\nTo \"Lemme get your number, damn do I have a pen?\"\nFrom \"May I speak to please, who's this? to 'Hey!'\"\nTo hear the joy in your voice I call you every day\nThe VCR blue screen lit the dark room\nMiles and Gil, \"Quiet Nights\" that was our tune\nBut fridays dates and saturdays prayer\nLead to sundays break-up, and mondays make-up\nAs just friends up until tuesdays wake up\nTogether again, in a cycle that never ends\nMy young heart coulda swore love transcends\nBut two turntables alone don't make a blend\nThe tracks are too different for \"ifs, buts and sos\"\nBut if it's so right?\nNever mind, we both know\nSometimes I wonder if you married my replacement\nEqually old with ideas adjacent\nYou build a whole nother story to your dream house\nKept my possessions in a box in the basement\nI stil consider you a song bird, singing in the open cage\nGuilded with fools gold, but that's just me\nThere never be no animocity, I'm thankful for the memories\nAll I ask is that you remember me\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the silence of the city night\nWhen the lonely watch the sky in yearning\nI, at rest, lie in peace beside you\nI searched a thousand skies before you came\nAnd in the morning, when the world is new\nThe lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\nAnd in the quiet of the afternoon, when the lonely roam\nI turn beside, and you are with me stil\nI roamed a thousand miles before you came","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The 4th 3rd\n  artist: J‐Live\n  album: The Early Works of J‐Live\n  duration_ms: 332881\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Eric Krasno, Rokafella)\n\n  Can't even call this a blues song\n  It's been so long\n  Neither one of us was wrong or anything like that\n  It seems like yesterday\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In the silence of the city night\n  When the lonely watch the sky in yearning\n  I, at rest, lie in peace beside you\n  I searched a thousand skies before you came\n\n  [Verse 1]\n  For the 4th 3rd, I Chris Columbus three words from Stevie for the issue\n  The only thing to call it was official\n  The way I live for you was as if I die with you\n  Cause not a moment I spent with you was artifical\n  The plan from the dome was to build a home with you\n  Forever had a space in my heart, I roam with you\n  Hypothetical dreams conjure when I met you\n  See, years grew between us and stil I can't forget you\n  Regretting how I ever let you let me let you escape fools paradise\n  Running from a paradox\n  Living like a pair of ducks, but with different flocks\n  With different destinations, our ships remain docked\n  Temporary, but the feelings that I harbor stil wade\n  In the holy waters that made our sweet lemonaid\n  Too dumb to persist, too smart to persuade\n  Too heavy to push aside and too stong to stay\n  Too hard to work and so easy to play\n  Like chopsticks, what I picked slipped away\n  Leaving me to recollect day by day\n  And take solace in the words Bill say\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Memories take you back, to the good times\n  When it's over and sad times disappear\n  Memories take you back\n  To the lean times, in between times\n  To the days of yesteryear\n  Memories are that way\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Memories are that way, that way back to that way back\n  When I could never think of you and say \"wack\"\n  Similar to old cassettes, something to cuss at\n  Deteriorating with each rewind and playback\n  Even now, one of the hits I remenice\n  On this angelic face, reciplicating bliss\n  With the radio low, your feet anchored in mine\n  Hands to waistline, walking to a bassline\n  Good food in my belly, good love on my mind\n  Turn around to a kiss deep enough to stop time\n  Open up to a smile so bright, I go blind\n  To the suffering of the world, everything appears fine\n  Poetry in the bed, literally\n  You putting me open to Stephanie and Giovanni\n  With legs entwined, trading profound lines\n  Fingers and spines aligned, digging in your mind like it's mine\n  Sometimes at night it seem so damn right\n  Just to shift nose to neck, just to get a whiff\n  I've never seen life like this, so life-like\n  This is how I'd like my life to subsist\n  But somewhere in between us were interpetations\n  Of justice and Jesus, cultures in said nations\n  But if I woulda knew what I know now, mighta never known how\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Memories take you back, to the good times\n  When it's over\n  I searched a thousand skies before you came\n  And in the morning, when the world is new\n  The lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\n\n  [Verse 3]\n  The greatest story ever erased and never replaced\n  The worst torture ever I faced\n  Was trying to retrace the steps in my mind\n  Like a defeated surgeon fighting fate with the cure\n  Just a little too late\n  We went from \"Yo, who's that?\" to \"Hi, my name is Jay\"\n  To hoping I would run into you in the hallway\n  To \"That's my homegirl, peace queen, how ya been?\"\n  To \"Lemme get your number, damn do I have a pen?\"\n  From \"May I speak to please, who's this? to 'Hey!'\"\n  To hear the joy in your voice I call you every day\n  The VCR blue screen lit the dark room\n  Miles and Gil, \"Quiet Nights\" that was our tune\n  But fridays dates and saturdays prayer\n  Lead to sundays break-up, and mondays make-up\n  As just friends up until tuesdays wake up\n  Together again, in a cycle that never ends\n  My young heart coulda swore love transcends\n  But two turntables alone don't make a blend\n  The tracks are too different for \"ifs, buts and sos\"\n  But if it's so right?\n  Never mind, we both know\n  Sometimes I wonder if you married my replacement\n  Equally old with ideas adjacent\n  You build a whole nother story to your dream house\n  Kept my possessions in a box in the basement\n  I stil consider you a song bird, singing in the open cage\n  Guilded with fools gold, but that's just me\n  There never be no animocity, I'm thankful for the memories\n  All I ask is that you remember me\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In the silence of the city night\n  When the lonely watch the sky in yearning\n  I, at rest, lie in peace beside you\n  I searched a thousand skies before you came\n  And in the morning, when the world is new\n  The lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\n  And in the quiet of the afternoon, when the lonely roam\n  I turn beside, and you are with me stil\n  I roamed a thousand miles before you came\n"},{"id":553152,"name":"The 4th 3rd","trackName":"The 4th 3rd","artistName":"J-Live","albumName":"All of the Above","duration":333.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Eric Krasno, Rokafella)\n\nCan't even call this a blues song\nIt's been so long\nNeither one of us was wrong or anything like that\nIt seems like yesterday\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the silence of the city night\nWhen the lonely watch the sky in yearning\nI, at rest, lie in peace beside you\nI searched a thousand skies before you came\n\n[Verse 1]\nFor the 4th 3rd, I Chris Columbus three words from Stevie for the issue\nThe only thing to call it was official\nThe way I live for you was as if I die with you\nCause not a moment I spent with you was artifical\nThe plan from the dome was to build a home with you\nForever had a space in my heart, I roam with you\nHypothetical dreams conjure when I met you\nSee, years grew between us and stil I can't forget you\nRegretting how I ever let you let me let you escape fools paradise\nRunning from a paradox\nLiving like a pair of ducks, but with different flocks\nWith different destinations, our ships remain docked\nTemporary, but the feelings that I harbor stil wade\nIn the holy waters that made our sweet lemonaid\nToo dumb to persist, too smart to persuade\nToo heavy to push aside and too stong to stay\nToo hard to work and so easy to play\nLike chopsticks, what I picked slipped away\nLeaving me to recollect day by day\nAnd take solace in the words Bill say\n\n[Chorus]\nMemories take you back, to the good times\nWhen it's over and sad times disappear\nMemories take you back\nTo the lean times, in between times\nTo the days of yesteryear\nMemories are that way\n\n[Verse 2]\nMemories are that way, that way back to that way back\nWhen I could never think of you and say \"wack\"\nSimilar to old cassettes, something to cuss at\nDeteriorating with each rewind and playback\nEven now, one of the hits I remenice\nOn this angelic face, reciplicating bliss\nWith the radio low, your feet anchored in mine\nHands to waistline, walking to a bassline\nGood food in my belly, good love on my mind\nTurn around to a kiss deep enough to stop time\nOpen up to a smile so bright, I go blind\nTo the suffering of the world, everything appears fine\nPoetry in the bed, literally\nYou putting me open to Stephanie and Giovanni\nWith legs entwined, trading profound lines\nFingers and spines aligned, digging in your mind like it's mine\nSometimes at night it seem so damn right\nJust to shift nose to neck, just to get a whiff\nI've never seen life like this, so life-like\nThis is how I'd like my life to subsist\nBut somewhere in between us were interpetations\nOf justice and Jesus, cultures in said nations\nBut if I woulda knew what I know now, mighta never known how\n\n[Chorus]\nMemories take you back, to the good times\nWhen it's over\nI searched a thousand skies before you came\nAnd in the morning, when the world is new\nThe lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe greatest story ever erased and never replaced\nThe worst torture ever I faced\nWas trying to retrace the steps in my mind\nLike a defeated surgeon fighting fate with the cure\nJust a little too late\nWe went from \"Yo, who's that?\" to \"Hi, my name is Jay\"\nTo hoping I would run into you in the hallway\nTo \"That's my homegirl, peace queen, how ya been?\"\nTo \"Lemme get your number, damn do I have a pen?\"\nFrom \"May I speak to please, who's this? to 'Hey!'\"\nTo hear the joy in your voice I call you every day\nThe VCR blue screen lit the dark room\nMiles and Gil, \"Quiet Nights\" that was our tune\nBut fridays dates and saturdays prayer\nLead to sundays break-up, and mondays make-up\nAs just friends up until tuesdays wake up\nTogether again, in a cycle that never ends\nMy young heart coulda swore love transcends\nBut two turntables alone don't make a blend\nThe tracks are too different for \"ifs, buts and sos\"\nBut if it's so right?\nNever mind, we both know\nSometimes I wonder if you married my replacement\nEqually old with ideas adjacent\nYou build a whole nother story to your dream house\nKept my possessions in a box in the basement\nI stil consider you a song bird, singing in the open cage\nGuilded with fools gold, but that's just me\nThere never be no animocity, I'm thankful for the memories\nAll I ask is that you remember me\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the silence of the city night\nWhen the lonely watch the sky in yearning\nI, at rest, lie in peace beside you\nI searched a thousand skies before you came\nAnd in the morning, when the world is new\nThe lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\nAnd in the quiet of the afternoon, when the lonely roam\nI turn beside, and you are with me stil\nI roamed a thousand miles before you came","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The 4th 3rd\n  artist: J-Live\n  album: All of the Above\n  duration_ms: 333000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Eric Krasno, Rokafella)\n\n  Can't even call this a blues song\n  It's been so long\n  Neither one of us was wrong or anything like that\n  It seems like yesterday\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In the silence of the city night\n  When the lonely watch the sky in yearning\n  I, at rest, lie in peace beside you\n  I searched a thousand skies before you came\n\n  [Verse 1]\n  For the 4th 3rd, I Chris Columbus three words from Stevie for the issue\n  The only thing to call it was official\n  The way I live for you was as if I die with you\n  Cause not a moment I spent with you was artifical\n  The plan from the dome was to build a home with you\n  Forever had a space in my heart, I roam with you\n  Hypothetical dreams conjure when I met you\n  See, years grew between us and stil I can't forget you\n  Regretting how I ever let you let me let you escape fools paradise\n  Running from a paradox\n  Living like a pair of ducks, but with different flocks\n  With different destinations, our ships remain docked\n  Temporary, but the feelings that I harbor stil wade\n  In the holy waters that made our sweet lemonaid\n  Too dumb to persist, too smart to persuade\n  Too heavy to push aside and too stong to stay\n  Too hard to work and so easy to play\n  Like chopsticks, what I picked slipped away\n  Leaving me to recollect day by day\n  And take solace in the words Bill say\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Memories take you back, to the good times\n  When it's over and sad times disappear\n  Memories take you back\n  To the lean times, in between times\n  To the days of yesteryear\n  Memories are that way\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Memories are that way, that way back to that way back\n  When I could never think of you and say \"wack\"\n  Similar to old cassettes, something to cuss at\n  Deteriorating with each rewind and playback\n  Even now, one of the hits I remenice\n  On this angelic face, reciplicating bliss\n  With the radio low, your feet anchored in mine\n  Hands to waistline, walking to a bassline\n  Good food in my belly, good love on my mind\n  Turn around to a kiss deep enough to stop time\n  Open up to a smile so bright, I go blind\n  To the suffering of the world, everything appears fine\n  Poetry in the bed, literally\n  You putting me open to Stephanie and Giovanni\n  With legs entwined, trading profound lines\n  Fingers and spines aligned, digging in your mind like it's mine\n  Sometimes at night it seem so damn right\n  Just to shift nose to neck, just to get a whiff\n  I've never seen life like this, so life-like\n  This is how I'd like my life to subsist\n  But somewhere in between us were interpetations\n  Of justice and Jesus, cultures in said nations\n  But if I woulda knew what I know now, mighta never known how\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Memories take you back, to the good times\n  When it's over\n  I searched a thousand skies before you came\n  And in the morning, when the world is new\n  The lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\n\n  [Verse 3]\n  The greatest story ever erased and never replaced\n  The worst torture ever I faced\n  Was trying to retrace the steps in my mind\n  Like a defeated surgeon fighting fate with the cure\n  Just a little too late\n  We went from \"Yo, who's that?\" to \"Hi, my name is Jay\"\n  To hoping I would run into you in the hallway\n  To \"That's my homegirl, peace queen, how ya been?\"\n  To \"Lemme get your number, damn do I have a pen?\"\n  From \"May I speak to please, who's this? to 'Hey!'\"\n  To hear the joy in your voice I call you every day\n  The VCR blue screen lit the dark room\n  Miles and Gil, \"Quiet Nights\" that was our tune\n  But fridays dates and saturdays prayer\n  Lead to sundays break-up, and mondays make-up\n  As just friends up until tuesdays wake up\n  Together again, in a cycle that never ends\n  My young heart coulda swore love transcends\n  But two turntables alone don't make a blend\n  The tracks are too different for \"ifs, buts and sos\"\n  But if it's so right?\n  Never mind, we both know\n  Sometimes I wonder if you married my replacement\n  Equally old with ideas adjacent\n  You build a whole nother story to your dream house\n  Kept my possessions in a box in the basement\n  I stil consider you a song bird, singing in the open cage\n  Guilded with fools gold, but that's just me\n  There never be no animocity, I'm thankful for the memories\n  All I ask is that you remember me\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In the silence of the city night\n  When the lonely watch the sky in yearning\n  I, at rest, lie in peace beside you\n  I searched a thousand skies before you came\n  And in the morning, when the world is new\n  The lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\n  And in the quiet of the afternoon, when the lonely roam\n  I turn beside, and you are with me stil\n  I roamed a thousand miles before you came\n"},{"id":21670974,"name":"The 4th 3rd","trackName":"The 4th 3rd","artistName":"J‐Live","albumName":"All of the Above","duration":332.8335829,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Eric Krasno, Rokafella)\n\nCan't even call this a blues song\nIt's been so long\nNeither one of us was wrong or anything like that\nIt seems like yesterday\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the silence of the city night\nWhen the lonely watch the sky in yearning\nI, at rest, lie in peace beside you\nI searched a thousand skies before you came\n\n[Verse 1]\nFor the 4th 3rd, I Chris Columbus three words from Stevie for the issue\nThe only thing to call it was official\nThe way I live for you was as if I die with you\nCause not a moment I spent with you was artifical\nThe plan from the dome was to build a home with you\nForever had a space in my heart, I roam with you\nHypothetical dreams conjure when I met you\nSee, years grew between us and stil I can't forget you\nRegretting how I ever let you let me let you escape fools paradise\nRunning from a paradox\nLiving like a pair of ducks, but with different flocks\nWith different destinations, our ships remain docked\nTemporary, but the feelings that I harbor stil wade\nIn the holy waters that made our sweet lemonaid\nToo dumb to persist, too smart to persuade\nToo heavy to push aside and too stong to stay\nToo hard to work and so easy to play\nLike chopsticks, what I picked slipped away\nLeaving me to recollect day by day\nAnd take solace in the words Bill say\n\n[Chorus]\nMemories take you back, to the good times\nWhen it's over and sad times disappear\nMemories take you back\nTo the lean times, in between times\nTo the days of yesteryear\nMemories are that way\n\n[Verse 2]\nMemories are that way, that way back to that way back\nWhen I could never think of you and say \"wack\"\nSimilar to old cassettes, something to cuss at\nDeteriorating with each rewind and playback\nEven now, one of the hits I remenice\nOn this angelic face, reciplicating bliss\nWith the radio low, your feet anchored in mine\nHands to waistline, walking to a bassline\nGood food in my belly, good love on my mind\nTurn around to a kiss deep enough to stop time\nOpen up to a smile so bright, I go blind\nTo the suffering of the world, everything appears fine\nPoetry in the bed, literally\nYou putting me open to Stephanie and Giovanni\nWith legs entwined, trading profound lines\nFingers and spines aligned, digging in your mind like it's mine\nSometimes at night it seem so damn right\nJust to shift nose to neck, just to get a whiff\nI've never seen life like this, so life-like\nThis is how I'd like my life to subsist\nBut somewhere in between us were interpetations\nOf justice and Jesus, cultures in said nations\nBut if I woulda knew what I know now, mighta never known how\n\n[Chorus]\nMemories take you back, to the good times\nWhen it's over\nI searched a thousand skies before you came\nAnd in the morning, when the world is new\nThe lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe greatest story ever erased and never replaced\nThe worst torture ever I faced\nWas trying to retrace the steps in my mind\nLike a defeated surgeon fighting fate with the cure\nJust a little too late\nWe went from \"Yo, who's that?\" to \"Hi, my name is Jay\"\nTo hoping I would run into you in the hallway\nTo \"That's my homegirl, peace queen, how ya been?\"\nTo \"Lemme get your number, damn do I have a pen?\"\nFrom \"May I speak to please, who's this? to 'Hey!'\"\nTo hear the joy in your voice I call you every day\nThe VCR blue screen lit the dark room\nMiles and Gil, \"Quiet Nights\" that was our tune\nBut fridays dates and saturdays prayer\nLead to sundays break-up, and mondays make-up\nAs just friends up until tuesdays wake up\nTogether again, in a cycle that never ends\nMy young heart coulda swore love transcends\nBut two turntables alone don't make a blend\nThe tracks are too different for \"ifs, buts and sos\"\nBut if it's so right?\nNever mind, we both know\nSometimes I wonder if you married my replacement\nEqually old with ideas adjacent\nYou build a whole nother story to your dream house\nKept my possessions in a box in the basement\nI stil consider you a song bird, singing in the open cage\nGuilded with fools gold, but that's just me\nThere never be no animocity, I'm thankful for the memories\nAll I ask is that you remember me\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the silence of the city night\nWhen the lonely watch the sky in yearning\nI, at rest, lie in peace beside you\nI searched a thousand skies before you came\nAnd in the morning, when the world is new\nThe lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\nAnd in the quiet of the afternoon, when the lonely roam\nI turn beside, and you are with me stil\nI roamed a thousand miles before you came","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The 4th 3rd\n  artist: J‐Live\n  album: All of the Above\n  duration_ms: 332834\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Eric Krasno, Rokafella)\n\n  Can't even call this a blues song\n  It's been so long\n  Neither one of us was wrong or anything like that\n  It seems like yesterday\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In the silence of the city night\n  When the lonely watch the sky in yearning\n  I, at rest, lie in peace beside you\n  I searched a thousand skies before you came\n\n  [Verse 1]\n  For the 4th 3rd, I Chris Columbus three words from Stevie for the issue\n  The only thing to call it was official\n  The way I live for you was as if I die with you\n  Cause not a moment I spent with you was artifical\n  The plan from the dome was to build a home with you\n  Forever had a space in my heart, I roam with you\n  Hypothetical dreams conjure when I met you\n  See, years grew between us and stil I can't forget you\n  Regretting how I ever let you let me let you escape fools paradise\n  Running from a paradox\n  Living like a pair of ducks, but with different flocks\n  With different destinations, our ships remain docked\n  Temporary, but the feelings that I harbor stil wade\n  In the holy waters that made our sweet lemonaid\n  Too dumb to persist, too smart to persuade\n  Too heavy to push aside and too stong to stay\n  Too hard to work and so easy to play\n  Like chopsticks, what I picked slipped away\n  Leaving me to recollect day by day\n  And take solace in the words Bill say\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Memories take you back, to the good times\n  When it's over and sad times disappear\n  Memories take you back\n  To the lean times, in between times\n  To the days of yesteryear\n  Memories are that way\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Memories are that way, that way back to that way back\n  When I could never think of you and say \"wack\"\n  Similar to old cassettes, something to cuss at\n  Deteriorating with each rewind and playback\n  Even now, one of the hits I remenice\n  On this angelic face, reciplicating bliss\n  With the radio low, your feet anchored in mine\n  Hands to waistline, walking to a bassline\n  Good food in my belly, good love on my mind\n  Turn around to a kiss deep enough to stop time\n  Open up to a smile so bright, I go blind\n  To the suffering of the world, everything appears fine\n  Poetry in the bed, literally\n  You putting me open to Stephanie and Giovanni\n  With legs entwined, trading profound lines\n  Fingers and spines aligned, digging in your mind like it's mine\n  Sometimes at night it seem so damn right\n  Just to shift nose to neck, just to get a whiff\n  I've never seen life like this, so life-like\n  This is how I'd like my life to subsist\n  But somewhere in between us were interpetations\n  Of justice and Jesus, cultures in said nations\n  But if I woulda knew what I know now, mighta never known how\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Memories take you back, to the good times\n  When it's over\n  I searched a thousand skies before you came\n  And in the morning, when the world is new\n  The lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\n\n  [Verse 3]\n  The greatest story ever erased and never replaced\n  The worst torture ever I faced\n  Was trying to retrace the steps in my mind\n  Like a defeated surgeon fighting fate with the cure\n  Just a little too late\n  We went from \"Yo, who's that?\" to \"Hi, my name is Jay\"\n  To hoping I would run into you in the hallway\n  To \"That's my homegirl, peace queen, how ya been?\"\n  To \"Lemme get your number, damn do I have a pen?\"\n  From \"May I speak to please, who's this? to 'Hey!'\"\n  To hear the joy in your voice I call you every day\n  The VCR blue screen lit the dark room\n  Miles and Gil, \"Quiet Nights\" that was our tune\n  But fridays dates and saturdays prayer\n  Lead to sundays break-up, and mondays make-up\n  As just friends up until tuesdays wake up\n  Together again, in a cycle that never ends\n  My young heart coulda swore love transcends\n  But two turntables alone don't make a blend\n  The tracks are too different for \"ifs, buts and sos\"\n  But if it's so right?\n  Never mind, we both know\n  Sometimes I wonder if you married my replacement\n  Equally old with ideas adjacent\n  You build a whole nother story to your dream house\n  Kept my possessions in a box in the basement\n  I stil consider you a song bird, singing in the open cage\n  Guilded with fools gold, but that's just me\n  There never be no animocity, I'm thankful for the memories\n  All I ask is that you remember me\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In the silence of the city night\n  When the lonely watch the sky in yearning\n  I, at rest, lie in peace beside you\n  I searched a thousand skies before you came\n  And in the morning, when the world is new\n  The lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\n  And in the quiet of the afternoon, when the lonely roam\n  I turn beside, and you are with me stil\n  I roamed a thousand miles before you came\n"},{"id":17174628,"name":"The 4Th 3Rd (Re-Rip)","trackName":"The 4Th 3Rd (Re-Rip)","artistName":"J-Live","albumName":"All Of The Above","duration":332.8335829,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Eric Krasno, Rokafella)\n\nCan't even call this a blues song\nIt's been so long\nNeither one of us was wrong or anything like that\nIt seems like yesterday\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the silence of the city night\nWhen the lonely watch the sky in yearning\nI, at rest, lie in peace beside you\nI searched a thousand skies before you came\n\n[Verse 1]\nFor the 4th 3rd, I Chris Columbus three words from Stevie for the issue\nThe only thing to call it was official\nThe way I live for you was as if I die with you\nCause not a moment I spent with you was artifical\nThe plan from the dome was to build a home with you\nForever had a space in my heart, I roam with you\nHypothetical dreams conjure when I met you\nSee, years grew between us and stil I can't forget you\nRegretting how I ever let you let me let you escape fools paradise\nRunning from a paradox\nLiving like a pair of ducks, but with different flocks\nWith different destinations, our ships remain docked\nTemporary, but the feelings that I harbor stil wade\nIn the holy waters that made our sweet lemonaid\nToo dumb to persist, too smart to persuade\nToo heavy to push aside and too stong to stay\nToo hard to work and so easy to play\nLike chopsticks, what I picked slipped away\nLeaving me to recollect day by day\nAnd take solace in the words Bill say\n\n[Chorus]\nMemories take you back, to the good times\nWhen it's over and sad times disappear\nMemories take you back\nTo the lean times, in between times\nTo the days of yesteryear\nMemories are that way\n\n[Verse 2]\nMemories are that way, that way back to that way back\nWhen I could never think of you and say \"wack\"\nSimilar to old cassettes, something to cuss at\nDeteriorating with each rewind and playback\nEven now, one of the hits I remenice\nOn this angelic face, reciplicating bliss\nWith the radio low, your feet anchored in mine\nHands to waistline, walking to a bassline\nGood food in my belly, good love on my mind\nTurn around to a kiss deep enough to stop time\nOpen up to a smile so bright, I go blind\nTo the suffering of the world, everything appears fine\nPoetry in the bed, literally\nYou putting me open to Stephanie and Giovanni\nWith legs entwined, trading profound lines\nFingers and spines aligned, digging in your mind like it's mine\nSometimes at night it seem so damn right\nJust to shift nose to neck, just to get a whiff\nI've never seen life like this, so life-like\nThis is how I'd like my life to subsist\nBut somewhere in between us were interpetations\nOf justice and Jesus, cultures in said nations\nBut if I woulda knew what I know now, mighta never known how\n\n[Chorus]\nMemories take you back, to the good times\nWhen it's over\nI searched a thousand skies before you came\nAnd in the morning, when the world is new\nThe lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe greatest story ever erased and never replaced\nThe worst torture ever I faced\nWas trying to retrace the steps in my mind\nLike a defeated surgeon fighting fate with the cure\nJust a little too late\nWe went from \"Yo, who's that?\" to \"Hi, my name is Jay\"\nTo hoping I would run into you in the hallway\nTo \"That's my homegirl, peace queen, how ya been?\"\nTo \"Lemme get your number, damn do I have a pen?\"\nFrom \"May I speak to please, who's this? to 'Hey!'\"\nTo hear the joy in your voice I call you every day\nThe VCR blue screen lit the dark room\nMiles and Gil, \"Quiet Nights\" that was our tune\nBut fridays dates and saturdays prayer\nLead to sundays break-up, and mondays make-up\nAs just friends up until tuesdays wake up\nTogether again, in a cycle that never ends\nMy young heart coulda swore love transcends\nBut two turntables alone don't make a blend\nThe tracks are too different for \"ifs, buts and sos\"\nBut if it's so right?\nNever mind, we both know\nSometimes I wonder if you married my replacement\nEqually old with ideas adjacent\nYou build a whole nother story to your dream house\nKept my possessions in a box in the basement\nI stil consider you a song bird, singing in the open cage\nGuilded with fools gold, but that's just me\nThere never be no animocity, I'm thankful for the memories\nAll I ask is that you remember me\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the silence of the city night\nWhen the lonely watch the sky in yearning\nI, at rest, lie in peace beside you\nI searched a thousand skies before you came\nAnd in the morning, when the world is new\nThe lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\nAnd in the quiet of the afternoon, when the lonely roam\nI turn beside, and you are with me stil\nI roamed a thousand miles before you came","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The 4Th 3Rd (Re-Rip)\n  artist: J-Live\n  album: All Of The Above\n  duration_ms: 332834\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Eric Krasno, Rokafella)\n\n  Can't even call this a blues song\n  It's been so long\n  Neither one of us was wrong or anything like that\n  It seems like yesterday\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In the silence of the city night\n  When the lonely watch the sky in yearning\n  I, at rest, lie in peace beside you\n  I searched a thousand skies before you came\n\n  [Verse 1]\n  For the 4th 3rd, I Chris Columbus three words from Stevie for the issue\n  The only thing to call it was official\n  The way I live for you was as if I die with you\n  Cause not a moment I spent with you was artifical\n  The plan from the dome was to build a home with you\n  Forever had a space in my heart, I roam with you\n  Hypothetical dreams conjure when I met you\n  See, years grew between us and stil I can't forget you\n  Regretting how I ever let you let me let you escape fools paradise\n  Running from a paradox\n  Living like a pair of ducks, but with different flocks\n  With different destinations, our ships remain docked\n  Temporary, but the feelings that I harbor stil wade\n  In the holy waters that made our sweet lemonaid\n  Too dumb to persist, too smart to persuade\n  Too heavy to push aside and too stong to stay\n  Too hard to work and so easy to play\n  Like chopsticks, what I picked slipped away\n  Leaving me to recollect day by day\n  And take solace in the words Bill say\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Memories take you back, to the good times\n  When it's over and sad times disappear\n  Memories take you back\n  To the lean times, in between times\n  To the days of yesteryear\n  Memories are that way\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  Memories are that way, that way back to that way back\n  When I could never think of you and say \"wack\"\n  Similar to old cassettes, something to cuss at\n  Deteriorating with each rewind and playback\n  Even now, one of the hits I remenice\n  On this angelic face, reciplicating bliss\n  With the radio low, your feet anchored in mine\n  Hands to waistline, walking to a bassline\n  Good food in my belly, good love on my mind\n  Turn around to a kiss deep enough to stop time\n  Open up to a smile so bright, I go blind\n  To the suffering of the world, everything appears fine\n  Poetry in the bed, literally\n  You putting me open to Stephanie and Giovanni\n  With legs entwined, trading profound lines\n  Fingers and spines aligned, digging in your mind like it's mine\n  Sometimes at night it seem so damn right\n  Just to shift nose to neck, just to get a whiff\n  I've never seen life like this, so life-like\n  This is how I'd like my life to subsist\n  But somewhere in between us were interpetations\n  Of justice and Jesus, cultures in said nations\n  But if I woulda knew what I know now, mighta never known how\n\n  [Chorus]\n  Memories take you back, to the good times\n  When it's over\n  I searched a thousand skies before you came\n  And in the morning, when the world is new\n  The lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\n\n  [Verse 3]\n  The greatest story ever erased and never replaced\n  The worst torture ever I faced\n  Was trying to retrace the steps in my mind\n  Like a defeated surgeon fighting fate with the cure\n  Just a little too late\n  We went from \"Yo, who's that?\" to \"Hi, my name is Jay\"\n  To hoping I would run into you in the hallway\n  To \"That's my homegirl, peace queen, how ya been?\"\n  To \"Lemme get your number, damn do I have a pen?\"\n  From \"May I speak to please, who's this? to 'Hey!'\"\n  To hear the joy in your voice I call you every day\n  The VCR blue screen lit the dark room\n  Miles and Gil, \"Quiet Nights\" that was our tune\n  But fridays dates and saturdays prayer\n  Lead to sundays break-up, and mondays make-up\n  As just friends up until tuesdays wake up\n  Together again, in a cycle that never ends\n  My young heart coulda swore love transcends\n  But two turntables alone don't make a blend\n  The tracks are too different for \"ifs, buts and sos\"\n  But if it's so right?\n  Never mind, we both know\n  Sometimes I wonder if you married my replacement\n  Equally old with ideas adjacent\n  You build a whole nother story to your dream house\n  Kept my possessions in a box in the basement\n  I stil consider you a song bird, singing in the open cage\n  Guilded with fools gold, but that's just me\n  There never be no animocity, I'm thankful for the memories\n  All I ask is that you remember me\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In the silence of the city night\n  When the lonely watch the sky in yearning\n  I, at rest, lie in peace beside you\n  I searched a thousand skies before you came\n  And in the morning, when the world is new\n  The lonely turn away, as I turn to you, beside me\n  And in the quiet of the afternoon, when the lonely roam\n  I turn beside, and you are with me stil\n  I roamed a thousand miles before you came\n"}]