Experience the lively energy of a Tuesday night in Riverwest, where friendship, laughter, and the thrill of a card game combine. With a nostalgic vibe and a touch of humor, this song captures the essence of carefree evenings spent with friends, the chaos of betting and memories slipping away, and the joy of simply being in the moment. Dive into the rhythm of this catchy tune that perfectly illustrates a night to remember, even if the details fade away.
Verse 1
Riverwest buzzin’ on a Tuesday night /
Table’s full, cards in flight /
Oh Hell’s the name, tricks to claim /
But somebody always forgets the game /
The smoke rolls in, the memory slips /
Someone's talkin' snacks, someone’s takin’ sips /
The bids go down, but soon they hide /
In that blurry zone where thoughts collide /
Pre-Chorus
The room spins slow, no one’s in sync /
We light another, pour another drink /
Chorus
I counted it once, I counted it twice /
Then lost it all in the smoke and spice /
I tried to recall, but the memory slid /
What did I bid?
Verse 2
Patrick laughs from behind his shades /
Paul’s on stories from his rave DJ days /
White Danny’s hummin’ like a motorbike /
Black Danny’s got jokes that always strike /
The score’s a mess, but the vibe is gold /
No one’s young, but none feel old /
If things fall apart, and we call it quits /
We might switch it up... to cribbage bits /
Pre-Chorus
But till then we ride this hazy slide /
Smokin’ through tricks like a joyride glide /
Chorus
I counted it once, I counted it twice /
Then lost it all in the smoke and spice /
I tried to recall, but the memory slid /
What did I bid?
Rapped Bridge
Yo — table spinnin', snacks gone missin' /
Someone’s talkin' ‘bout quantum physics /
Bids get lost like socks in the wash /
Whole game stoned, but nobody's posh /
Scorecard’s gone, and the math is dead /
One guy just asked if we’re playin’ instead /
“Is it my deal?” “Did I go?” “Was it you?”
Nah man, forget it — just shuffle and do /
Final Chorus
I counted it once, I counted it twice /
Then lost it all in the smoke and spice /
I tried to recall, but the memory slid /
What did I bid?
Outro (sung)
Same crew, same haze, same game missed /
Tuesday night got us feelin’ like this /
We don’t remember, but we never quit...
What did I bid?
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Verse 1
Riverwest buzzin’ on a Tuesday night /
Table’s full, cards in flight /
Oh Hell’s the name, tricks to claim /
But somebody always forgets the game /
The smoke rolls in, the memory slips /
Someone's talkin' snacks, someone’s takin’ sips /
The bids go down, but soon they hide /
In that blurry zone where thoughts collide /
Pre-Chorus
The room spins slow, no one’s in sync /
We light another, pour another drink /
Chorus
I counted it once, I counted it twice /
Then lost it all in the smoke and spice /
I tried to recall, but the memory slid /
What did I bid?
Verse 2
Patrick laughs from behind his shades /
Paul’s on stories from his rave DJ days /
White Danny’s hummin’ like a motorbike /
Black Danny’s got jokes that always strike /
The score’s a mess, but the vibe is gold /
No one’s young, but none feel old /
If things fall apart, and we call it quits /
We might switch it up... to cribbage bits /
Pre-Chorus
But till then we ride this hazy slide /
Smokin’ through tricks like a joyride glide /
Chorus
I counted it once, I counted it twice /
Then lost it all in the smoke and spice /
I tried to recall, but the memory slid /
What did I bid?
Rapped Bridge
Yo — table spinnin', snacks gone missin' /
Someone’s talkin' ‘bout quantum physics /
Bids get lost like socks in the wash /
Whole game stoned, but nobody's posh /
Scorecard’s gone, and the math is dead /
One guy just asked if we’re playin’ instead /
“Is it my deal?” “Did I go?” “Was it you?”
Nah man, forget it — just shuffle and do /
Final Chorus
I counted it once, I counted it twice /
Then lost it all in the smoke and spice /
I tried to recall, but the memory slid /
What did I bid?
Outro (sung)
Same crew, same haze, same game missed /
Tuesday night got us feelin’ like this /
We don’t remember, but we never quit...
What did I bid?
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