Kyle Craft - Future Midcity Ma**acre lyrics

Well I tried, my girl, to put you in a song A tune to weep for when you're back But every time the notes fall flat Your face is made, your bags are packed You were leaving before you were even gone Spent lost years in the ring, we're fighting love Now everything that came before My wicked plea and your dreams of war They hit me quick, they made me sore They taught me swinging hard is not enough So meet up with your girls in New Orleans Tie your corset, paint your eyes and run wild through the Bourbon night It always takes me by surprise How effortless your good time seems to be And I'll send you on your way without a kiss Well, I never gave you all that much to miss But, hell, what a time Now you're free babe and so am I So move on with the mirror in your mind Watch your style and your step And when there's no reflection left You'll find you've become someone else A stranger to yourself and all mankind And she said this rum it just don't burn me going down Not like it did when we were young It felt like fire across our tongues Just like love, that all went numb And the sweetest feelings found their own way out So you send me on my way with cheap red wine A bouquet of dead flowers and a thirst for twisted nights But, f**, what a time! And you're beautiful but you ain't mine You're free babe, so very free babe And so am I, yeah so am I, yeah so am I