Zedz - New Years Day
Spent new years in tearsNot new years eve, new years day
Fuck man, I was supposed to be happy
But I still feel there's a lot on my plate
Show bare love but man still hate
Back from jail but life's still grey
Came home thinking life would be different
But now I'm here and shit's still the same
Couple man I've helped out sometimes check for me
But most ain't got the decency
I don't wanna seem like I'm begging for attention
But I ain't felt great recently
Don't talk much cos people are shallow
And the way that I been feeling is deep
I don't wanna reach out seeming weak
But I ain't been doing too well this week
Fuck it, life goes on
But there's times I'd wished it wouldn't
Know for a fact that I'll stand strong
But there's been times I swear I couldn't
Pen and paper, then I'm on to a goodun
Now I'm trying to, stir the pot like a wooden
Spoon, RIP my bro
Rambo, man he got taken too soon
Yeah, he got taken too early
Used to buss shots by the side of the curly
Bridge, then I went jail, done a bit of birdie
Life's coming fast, man I feel like Ferdi
Still stand sturdy
Won't moan much, so I don't sound girly
Just found out that I got done dirty
Couple years back, now I'm taking it personally
Fucking snake
Always knew we weren't fucking mates
Oh boy, I weren't sure if I was paranoid
Now I know for a fact that he fucks with Jakes
I had a little bit of food, I weren't touching plates
Bro died and I felt my heart fucking break
Not many people knew what happened
But everybody still had nuff to say
It's tough to say bro but fuck your mates
I just keep to myself and duck the fakes
Everybody knows that I puff the flaves
Spark up, smoke up, cloud up the place
It sucks to say that I felt rough for days
I put bare weight on, man I stuffed my face
But I'm kinda glad that I didn't buss the case
Cos I wrote loads, now I got nuff to spray
Life weren't luxury
But for jail, gotta say, I lived comfortably
Grab the hash and the vape, then bun the weed
On the phone not knowing how the fuck to speak
Man, I can't be fucked this week
I feel stressed like say I ain't puffed for weeks
Feel lonely like the younger me
But know if I want, I could have company
So why am I upset? Ain't been cool for years, I'm like dubstep
When I write, does anybody read the subtext
Everybody's like Zedz bro, are you up next
Couldn't care less
Used to wear bare masks, now I wear less
Used to love a beer, now I drink beer less
Used to have bare fears, now I fear less
So why am I moaning? Cos bro's not here and I can't phone him
Get down, and stress when I zone in
Gotta just be grateful that I known him
But I find it hard
Still have dreams inside your car
Still have dreams, where we're in the park
Every now and then I still get a nitty popping up
Asking me where we are, and I hate it
But I ain't got the energy to say shit
Can't believe you didn't make it
Lifes been nuts like I'm living in the matrix
I ain't happy and I won't fake it
But if I see a chance, then I gotta take it
Writing bars on a night shift, day shift
I'm coming first these days, that's basic
Man wanna know what's next for me
Like yo, do you still sell ecstasy
None of your business if you didn't check for me
Only the real stand next to me
Don't bother texting me now, you ain't friends with me
Yeah it's been a while but I think that it's meant to be
Cos I've moved on mentally
And now I'm focused on what's meant for me
No time for a distraction
I'm bored of talking, need some action
I was in Dorset, them ways backwards
Wings had names like Gwent and Saxon
Cool on my ones, won't come with a faction
I'll steal your shine then ask for the ransom
Hear some mc's tunes getting banged and
Clocked they ain't got shit on me, not a fraction
Ask why I don't do drill... Standard
Them kinda messages, I can't stand 'em
Just write thoughts, I dunno about anthems
Bro thought Cammy was short for Cameron
Dropped few tunes, no vids, no cameras
Sometimes feel like I'm followed by phantoms
Any relationship can get abandoned
Might start cutting off heads at random
There's no point chatting
I don't give a fuck if you're tryna get a bag in
So tired, eyelids are sagging
Four double rums and a draw, I'm lagging
Proceed to start wrapping it up and start tanning my bud
Then start snacking on munch, I'm just jamming
Don't ask how it's hanging
See through you like the baggy that I brang in
Written by:
Zack Fallon
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