I see you (bradmuir)

Hard hitting, Soulful chicago rap, Emotional Chicago rap, Introspective, Studio Quality, High pitch vocal sample

V3.5

Verse 1: [Piano and soulful drums drop,reflective delivery.]

And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Care free' like children, 
livin' like lovers
Sweating the covers oh 
And I guess that's why they call it the blues

Yeah…
I used to think love was forever, but nothing lasts,
Now I’m stuck staring at memories through tinted glass.
Used to laugh ‘til our stomachs hurt, now it’s just me,
Nights feel longer, even liquor don’t set me free.

I tried to write you a text, but then I backspaced,
‘Cause what’s the point when the past can’t be retraced?
I was too focused on dreams, too blind to see,
That everything I prayed for ain’t mean nothing without we.

[Hook slides back in, smooth  voice carrying the pain… Let it hit.]

Verse 2: [Beat builds, more passion in the delivery.]

Damn,
Ain’t it funny how the tables turn?
I was too busy chasing wins to see the lesson I had to learn.
Now I lay in a bed too big for one,
Tryna fight the urge to call, but the battle already won.

I see you shining, yeah, you glowing in them pictures,
Heard you got a new man, I ain’t bitter, I ain’t trippin’—
But I wonder if he know the way your nose crinkle when you laugh,
If he got you talking reckless, getting tipsy off a glass.

Damn…
That’s just ego talking, let me check myself,
I ain’t mad, just a victim of regret myself.
It’s crazy how the heart works,
I lost you once, but I swear that’s what made my bars hurt.

(Beat dips low,chorus rises again, really making it hit…)

Verse 3: [Final verse, raw honesty, storytelling at its best.]

Yeah…
I hope you found peace in the spaces I left empty,
I hope he love you more than I ever did—gently.
I ain’t perfect, I admit that with pride,
If I could do it all again, I’d learn to put my pride aside.

But I guess that’s life, ain’t it?
You don’t see the storm ‘til the raindrops painted.
Now I’m stuck in this house with a pocket full of memories,
Singing old songs, drowning in my Hennessy.

Guess that’s why they call it the blues…

[final hook:]

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Verse 1: [Piano and soulful drums drop,reflective delivery.] And I guess that's why they call it the blues Time on my hands could be time spent with you Care free' like children, livin' like lovers Sweating the covers oh And I guess that's why they call it the blues Yeah… I used to think love was forever, but nothing lasts, Now I’m stuck staring at memories through tinted glass. Used to laugh ‘til our stomachs hurt, now it’s just me, Nights feel longer, even liquor don’t set me free. I tried to write you a text, but then I backspaced, ‘Cause what’s the point when the past can’t be retraced? I was too focused on dreams, too blind to see, That everything I prayed for ain’t mean nothing without we. [Hook slides back in, smooth voice carrying the pain… Let it hit.] And I guess that's why they call it the blues Time on my hands could be time spent with you Care free' like children, livin' like lovers Sweating the covers oh And I guess that's why they call it the blues Verse 2: [Beat builds, more passion in the delivery.] Damn, Ain’t it funny how the tables turn? I was too busy chasing wins to see the lesson I had to learn. Now I lay in a bed too big for one, Tryna fight the urge to call, but the battle already won. I see you shining, yeah, you glowing in them pictures, Heard you got a new man, I ain’t bitter, I ain’t trippin’— But I wonder if he know the way your nose crinkle when you laugh, If he got you talking reckless, getting tipsy off a glass. Damn… That’s just ego talking, let me check myself, I ain’t mad, just a victim of regret myself. It’s crazy how the heart works, I lost you once, but I swear that’s what made my bars hurt. (Beat dips low,chorus rises again, really making it hit…) Verse 3: [Final verse, raw honesty, storytelling at its best.] Yeah… I hope you found peace in the spaces I left empty, I hope he love you more than I ever did—gently. I ain’t perfect, I admit that with pride, If I could do it all again, I’d learn to put my pride aside. But I guess that’s life, ain’t it? You don’t see the storm ‘til the raindrops painted. Now I’m stuck in this house with a pocket full of memories, Singing old songs, drowning in my Hennessy. Guess that’s why they call it the blues… [final hook:]

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