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jayniac jr. - i make bad look beautiful كلمات الأغنية

[intro: fitoria]
eu não conheço a palavra impossível
eu atinjo todas as expectativas
eu tenho tudo o que eu quero
eu posso ser má, mas eu faço o mal parecer bonito
i make bad look beautiful

[verse 1: jayniac jr.]
i can’t hide, i feel alive
top of the food chain, i will survive
i’m gonna flex, all of my cheques
count ’em all down while i pay my respects
i’m on a roll that i just can’t stop
how could i fold when i just got hot?
i got a goal, gotta take my shot
but i got a voice n0body wants
to hear, so i sit in fear, fumblin’ my jeers
deprecating anything and anyone with ears
fabricate a melody and cover it in tears
been doin’ this for sixteen years
but it sucks, i’m out of luck
it’s hard to write my songs when no one gives a…
funny, i failed to mention
do i still have your attention?
probably not, ’cause i’m not pop_popular on tiktok
takin’ pot shots at a platform’s despot
one minute, nineteen seconds on the clock
have i said too much for the fans with brain rot?
my music’s not for the faint of heart, or the weak of mind
or anybody lookin’ for the sound of a lo_fi mood or vibe
i refuse to comply, i refuse to abide
by my designated stereotype
[chorus: jayniac jr.]
i make bad look beautiful
i make bad look beautiful
i make bad look beautiful
i make bad look beautiful

[verse 2: jayniac jr.]
“ace of waste”, they were on my case
i remember all the people that spat in my face
any time i sang a song by a different race
god forbid a brother have a diverse taste
segregate what i create, to celebrate the ones who hate
when i deviate to innovate, now let me educate
sister rosetta tharpe, the inspiration and the reason i play guitar
bo diddley gave a new sound to rock, when he made his guitar in the shape of a box
then slash made cash playin’ brashly on that beat
he thrashed rashly in a flash, a riff so nasty
black music doesn’t end at soul
hip_hop, r&b, or rock and roll
it correlates, resonates on the radio
dominates fifty states, ’cause it flows and it captivates
opens the gates for the poor and unfortunate, this is it
i won’t lie, ’til i die, i’ll take pride in my unique style
a desperate cry from my inner child to be accepted by a biased crowd
i never was, i’m not that guy
the only struggle i know is suicide
but i’d never go through, and i’ll tell you why
more than a hundred twitch followers need me alive
my sound may not be good at all, to some degree
one thing you cannot deny me is originiality
[chorus: jayniac jr.]
i make bad look beautiful
i make bad look beautiful
i make bad look beautiful
i make bad look beautiful

[outro: jayniac jr.]
this is usually the part of the song where i give you some sort of insightful reminder that i’m capable of doing something rather extraordinary, whether it be by chance, by exertion, or by happenstance itself. but on such an occasion as the finale of the twelfth and final song of this album that took approximately three years to write and complete, i’ve chosen to do the one thing i’ve always wanted to, but never afforded the opportunity to. because i was told it wouldn’t be very black of me

- jayniac jr

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