Bradford Baby

North Water Street, left on Kilbourn
Windows down on the bridge to the Third Ward
Told me 'bout all the ways that you've grown up
I told you 'bout how my car nearly blown up

I miss those days on the lakefront
Burning squares in the morning with no makeup, hey
I miss those days on the lakefront
Burning squares in the morning with no makeup, hey

I should have listened to the songs that you added
To that playlist that we shared while we had it
I should have listened to the words you were saying, yeah
I should have tried to keep your poor heart from breaking

My Bradford Baby, my summerfest fling
My doped up dazing little messy haired thing
My Bradford Baby, my summerfest fling
My head's still hazy, and my throat still stings

Every night on the east side
Every morning on the run
Late for work downing coffee
I work for tips making none

Some nights I don't know how I got home
Some nights I don't know where I was
Some nights I don't know how I got home
We were just anxious, young, and dumb

I should have listened to the songs that you added
To that playlist that we shared while we had it
I should have listened to the words you were saying, yeah
I should have tried to keep your poor heart from breaking

My Bradford Baby, my summerfest fling
My doped up dazing little messy haired thing
My Bradford Baby, my summerfest fling
My head's still hazy, and my throat still stings

Meet me down on Oak and Loc
Or the river is walk if you wanna smoke
Mikey's bombs might keep us broke
But MKE sounds like home
Listening to jazz on cathedral square
Split the parking ticket just to keep it fair
Late for work, we don't care
Stained up shirt and some messy hair
Hollander or Benelux
Or a late night search for taco trucks
Walker's Point she's tatted up
Race to metro market after cuts

My Bradford Baby, my summerfest fling
My doped up dazing little messy haired thing
My Bradford Baby, my summerfest fling
My head's still hazy, and my throat still stings

My Bradford Baby, my summerfest fling
My cocaine crazy little messy haired thing
My Bradford Baby, my summerfest fling
My head's still hazy, and my throat still stings



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Erickson
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