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vanny goodfella - the jump off era كلمات أغنية

intro
yeah. dirty jersey, stand the f_ck up. from the gutters of brick city newark to the blood_stained pavement of new york city. this ain’t a fairy tale, this is a m_th_ f_ckin’ homicide waiting to happen. the 973, the 908, the 732, the 609, the 646. welcome to the golden age of sin where every minute was bought in blood and the nights reeked of betrayal. running trains on your baby mommas while you sit there clueless. big shout out to the women who held us down on the block with thе monthly trizzy’s. shout out to ess_x, union, hudson, middles_x & kings county. vanny goodfеlla records… let’s go

verse 1
sun goes down, i’m posted at the bodega window
gimme three mobile cards and a 6_pack of magnums, keep it low though
clock hits seven, the unlimited data kicks in
dialing 973, let the mayhem begin
i’m on the new jersey chatline, static on the wire
met a shorty named strawberry, strictly setting sh_t on fire
she said, “pull up to carteret, the douglas motel”
room 14, where the twisted stories and the secrets dwell
no strings, no rings, just a pure jump off vibe
prepaid minutes keep this criminal energy alive
she’s a mistress, a legend, a queen of the late night
moving through the shadows, dodging the daylight

chorus
it’s the jump off era, loyalty is dead and gone
just cheap liquor, raw blunts, and a whole lot of handguns
from avenel to newark, we’re living for the thrill
at the douglas motel, where time stands f_ckin’ still
yeah, it’s the jump off era, minutes in the pack
once you dial that party line, you ain’t never coming back

verse 2
yo, i bounced from gladys to sabrina, then i smashed erica
the wildest “platinum p_ssy” to walk in north america
in plainfield, we smoking sour diesel in the freezing rain
numbing out the hustle, numbing out the pain
alcohol poisoning, puking in the dirty sink
hurling up cheap vodka, drowning in the drink
one_night stands turned to health clinic visits
checking for the stds—”yo, what is this?”
hiv, hiv, the ghosts in the dark room
but we chasing _n_l shots, walking to our doom
elizabeth to east orange, the cycle never ends
just cheaters and criminals, we don’t make no friends
bridge
tracy’s at the liquor store copping minutes at six
waiting for the clock to strike, strictly looking for a fix
trojans in the glove box, or maybe we forget?
the jump off era—a life drowning in regret
unhealthy habits, creeping while they sleeping sound
while the rest of the world is dying six feet underground

verse 3
avenel vibes, broken neon signs fl!ckering in the dark
two_star rooms with used coke vials hidden under the bed frames, just us and the sparks
two forty ounces of old e, sour diesel clouding the air
and the usual neighborhood suspects with the talk and the stare
she’s a “jump off,” yeah, that’s the brand she wore
but in this dirty jersey heat, we all screaming for more
more minutes, more green, more 7 am calls
until the sun hits the ceiling and the reality crawls
the hangover hits like a freight train smashing through newark
back to the grind, back to the dirty, filthy work

outro
yeah. the jump off era. keep your piece c_cked. keep your mouth shut. and keep your burial plot paid for. vanny goodfella. dirty jersey. we out

- vanny goodfella

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