1. |
Keep It Casual
02:25
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Play it cool, brush it off, any jealousy
'Cause I don't really wanna let her see that side of me
We both ain't lookin' for relationships anyway
But she's lookin' so damn cute when she said
"Hey! Keep it cas- keep it cas- keep it casual."
Keep it cas, keep it cas, keep it casual
That's what I tell myself
Keep it cas, keep it cas, keep it casual
Keep it casual
No suits or ties
No limo rides
No wedding bells
If you could tell
No charcuterie
I've got processed cheese
Keep it cas, keep it cas, keep it casual
Never message her
And let her message first
I wanna make it seem as if I've next to no thirst
'Cause we don't want nothing serious
It's dangerous when I picture us
Growing old, growing pale in Ontario
Keep it cas, keep it cas, keep it casual
That's what I tell myself
Keep it cas, keep it cas, keep it casual
Keep it casual
No suits or ties
No limo rides
No wedding bells
If you could tell
No charcuterie
I've got processed cheese
Keep it cas, keep it cas, keep it casual
Keep it cas, keep it cas, keep it casual
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2. |
Cul-De-Sac
02:49
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You said you always longed to go to Saskatoon
For no other reason than you thought it sounded cute
There was a time I thought I'd go there with you too
Honestly I can't believe what you did to me, now you're dead to me
She said
Hey
Whoa
We gotta leave this
We gotta leave this town
Hey
Whoa
We gotta leave this town
We gotta leave this town
It's funny how you always play the victim card
'Cause you were dealt a shitty hand
I hope you find someone someday but
I could never be that man
I feel no remorse throwing shade your way
You're so shady Eminem could sue
I hope someday you'll take responsibility
Instead of running away like you do
But she said
Hey
Whoa
We gotta leave this
We gotta leave this town
Hey
Whoa
We gotta leave this town
We gotta leave this town
I remember the way you had to look back
I couldn't get away from that cul-de-sac
I could see the breath escape from your lungs
And I remember the times I'll never get back
All the hours and minutes I had to set back
I never had a second to make a second guess
And she said
Hey
Whoa
We gotta leave this
We gotta leave this town
Hey
Whoa
We gotta leave this town
We gotta leave this town
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3. |
Honestly
02:27
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We first kissed in the blistering cold
It felt like witnessing a fairy tale unfold
Our dirty laundry was still packed up tight
None of this baggage had yet come to light and
Honestly
You can't go on and
Take it back
It doesn't work like that
And honestly
You can't go on and
Take it back
It doesn't work like that
I was upfront but you had to keep back
Your STI and your scumbag dad, oh
And all I wanted was a lasting love
But I got a trainwreck when push came to shove and
You're not solely to blame but what a shame
We never could have worked it out
But life goes on, it's in the song
I hope I play my cards right
Honestly
You can't go on and
Take it back
It doesn't work like that
And honestly
You can't go on and
Take it back
It doesn't work like that
It crossed my mind when the truth slipped out
Living in the shadow of a doubt
(Had to walk away)
You had to scream, I'd rather shout
La da da da da
La da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
And honestly
Honestly, Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Honestly
You're fuckin' dead to me
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