another case of the tapedeck blues, a sad old song that reminds me of you i dont want to think about ya dont want to hear about ya but i know Imma Turn It Up.
when i was just a young man i sat alone with a pen and a notepad hearing every song i could get my hands on dreamin bout two turntables and a microphone and when i had my first crush it was santeria, chocolate pecan deluxe every single chord brought me right back to us somethings never change see im always in love
puttin together that mixtape all kinda styles didnt wanna make a mistake trying to show off, maybe show ya im cool a band you never heard of, a jam to dance to a couple hip hop bangers you can blast with your crew when your rolling down ya windows as the sun peaks through now i every time i play em it reminds me of you i guess you could say i got that tapedeck blues.
and as the years keep goin the faces change but this feelin im knowing like the back of my hand so wherever im goin still stayin fly like a motherfuckin boein thats not usually my style the music made me do it, dont put me on trial trying to lighten up the mood, maybe make you a smile here we go again, dont turn that dial.
puttin together that playlist something out the ordinary that makes you raise it, up whether it's boomin in your jeep or your 2 door civic on the way to jones beach got a cooler full of ice with coronas underneath trying to clear my mind or chill out atleast but i every time i play em it reminds me of you i guess you could say i got that tapedeck blues.
and every single time you decide to hit play hope your memory serves you well and brings you back to me