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jinerik - new year, old me / s.l.a. كلمات الأغنية

[moecyrus]
new year, new me. it’s basically provocative
like political correctness, if it’s wrong not my prerogative
it’s been a long one, 364, more like a thousand
public housing sky rocket, tax right out my pocket
hold the block down, h-ll yeah you got it
hope you get shot, g’s ain’t really uppercase unless you hold a caps lock
busting caps, rot in h-ll. actively -ssertive right?
giving birth stones to tombs, darkness into shadow light
youngins wanna live or lead, the oldies wanna leave
yet a lot of them are plotting death when you’re conceived
it seems a little different my perspective has been way ahead
consumed by liberal’s catastrophe, i’ve been detached
disconnected from society, sobriety is limited
lack of beauty sleep got me sluggish on that sloppy shit
old pattern of thoughts conjectured with the new me
i break resolutions everyday as a hobby

[jinerk]
new year old me
oh me oh my
some things never change
jinny j and moecy
try to wash my hands in champagne once the ball drops
but ever since my b-lls dropped and i was b-lls deep in vodka
my voca stay ready for a whiskey baths from small drops to raging waterfalls, stop
standing in a reservoir of resolutions broken by the weekend
it’s too late for restitution
nothing resonates when you l-st for liquor, carpe diem
hangover at am sounds better than doing nada in the pm
see i wanna stop swimming so deep in a case of light
chase the haze i crave so bad, budweiser sounds great tonight
chased with ace of jamo man, same old me same old plight
some things never change, lemme drank and gripe
jinerik balks bliss, belligerence is blatant like
maybe next year, i’m not the latent type. i’m too lazy to change alright

it’s nights like these that i continue to crave and continue to itch and i continue to misbehave and b-tch about everything in my life and its like this

throw caution to the wind, i most often find myself holding my breath in
maybe i’m over dramatic, cause i know that sobers no habit
tiara for a sweatband, hold on don’t grab it
i sit around and write like a has been
been there done that, fin
but we are nowhere near the end
i’m a memory that you keep hidden
you crave every night, when you layer on your skin and paint it tight
paint it with sin, yeah you paint it with sin

its like i continue to say no but like as soon as the week is over its another reasong to disappoint everyone else in my life and i keep ruining it. just getting sick and f-cking tired of it

did i not make an impact? i’m not even intact with my own syntax
how can i keep in contact with you?
oh, compact this mood?
dying, sighing, signing away defiance
that our chemistry is now a f-cking science
history that will haunt me and possess me
but i know when you see me again you can’t resist me
sick twisted on whiskey, cigarette breath tipsy
i’ll grab you by your very soul, and you can grab me by the neck and kiss me
go ahead and sip me

- jinerik

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