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Steve 54'

by Kovax

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A musical tribute to a colorful, loving, spirit, and a personal reflection on grief, and all that comes along with losing your best friend.

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Hook-

(Wishing you a,)
Happy Birthday, until another Summer
From your Son, I'm yelling Rock and Roll Motherfucker
Happy Birthday, until another Summer
Love, your Son, im yelling Rock and Roll Motherfucker
(X2)

-Verse 1-

Tigers hat, pair of Chucks, Flannel Shirt
No comparison who radder, man, my Dad or yours
Tragic how you went from ash to ash, and back to dirt
I miss you so God Damn bad, that's for sure
Thinking back to all the times we had, I smile and laugh
Finally found the time to rap and tip my hat, no fancy words
Close my eyes and I'm a tiny man, you heald my hand
Steve and Matthew, on Michigan Avenue, back in the hood
You used to make Mix Tapes, and call em "Juicy Jams"
Tracks on Maxell Casette blanks, yea how cool is that?
Hope you're saving us a spot up at Gracie Sees
Make it a booth seat, with the Jukebox, so me and you can jam
When I think of you, my baby blues fill up with tears
Wish I could call you up, pull up a chair, and have a Beer
Remember when, grab my pad and pen, salute to you
It's been brutal without you here, but I'm glad we had the years

-Hook-
(Wishing you a,)
Happy Birthday, until another Summer
From your Son, I'm yelling Rock and Roll Motherfucker
Happy Birthday, until another Summer
Love, your Son, im yelling Rock and Roll Motherfucker
(X2)

-Verse 2-

Some times lapsed, since I last added a tear jerker to the batch
And if it ain't near perfect, itll get the axe
Feel like my last days, Jack in the hedge maze
Or my Dad for that matter, ain't that a slap in the face?
No heroes, below zero, he knows, I'm a broke weirdo
So he heald my hand, all the way to the bank
Then we split 40's, moved pieces on sixty four squares
He hung out with me, from 6pm till 1030
Never occurred you'd call it a wrap after sixty four years
After I left, he only lived to see another morning
Found em on the floor, in his drawers, door thru the door cracked
I'm the last to ever lay eyes on my old man, (cold fact)
So, Januarys by far my least favorite month, you ain't a bum
Since when is an autopsy unnecessary stuff?
Mighta been a stroke, but they just called it Hypothermia
You're gonna mature stone cold when they turn on ya, (fuckin wack)

credits

released April 1, 2022
Written and Performed by KOVAX
Dedicated to the memory of STEPHEN JAMES KOVACS
Produced by MARVIN WONDERFUL
Recorded, Mixed, Mastered, by RYAN THOMAS
Single Art by CHRIS ADAMS PHOTOGRAPHY

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