100 Words
Begin with vinyl crackle and a lush, smooth analog synth pad underlining a gritty funk bassline, Boom bap drums layer with sharp, glitchy percussion and distorted 808 hits, Westside jazz keys drop melodic runs, joined by Fudu jazz licks and deep orchestral stabs, Chopper rap verses ride the groove, shifting into a soulful choir and talkbox hook, Cinematic flourishes shape transitions, with lowrider soul and West Coast G-Funk touches, while an aggressive Drum & Bass surge pulses in select sections, driving a wild, genre-blending hip hop opus
100 Words
Begin with vinyl crackle and a lush, smooth analog synth pad underlining a gritty funk bassline, Boom bap drums layer with sharp, glitchy percussion and distorted 808 hits, Westside jazz keys drop melodic runs, joined by Fudu jazz licks and deep orchestral stabs, Chopper rap verses ride the groove, shifting into a soulful choir and talkbox hook, Cinematic flourishes shape transitions, with lowrider soul and West Coast G-Funk touches, while an aggressive Drum & Bass surge pulses in select sections, driving a wild, genre-blending hip hop opus
Lyrics
100 Words
Jaden Writes and Cha-Hal
Intro
I got ninety nine drafts and a blank one left,
It’s staring at me like a threat.
Say something cool, it says.
So i say nothin instead.
Verse I
Sitting on my couch with coffee number five.
Talking to myself, it’s chaos in my mind.
Every idea is half baked or half dead,
With lil bit of green and whole lot of red.
People got advice i didn’t ask for
Try a love song, nah, done that before
All these melodies feel like repeats,
But i’ll listen to this loop, till my ears bleed
Pre-chorus
I ain’t looking for meaning,
I just need noise that feels like breathing.
Give me a verse that doesn’t pretend,
Give me a word that hurts like a friend.
A hundred words, that’s all i get,
To scream my heart without no regret.
A hundred words, that’s all i get,
Still was speechless, when we first met
Verse II
Haha Jaden Writes...
Yo yo yo uh look-
Caffeine, can’t seem to dissipate the vignettes in my periphery,
No Epiphany, I hesitate to write poetry, im drained emotionally,
No symphony, can’t process trauma to the page in my mental faculty,
geniously, contemplate the dialogue I put upon the page,
but every rhyme seems to be mistakes,
Take me back to those better days, better lyrics, more plays, addicted not on drugs but healthier ways, getting high on Snoop, Lauren Hill on loop, tapping the pen on the page, my idols to mind asking what would they do, musical opium, there’s years of cope in them, not writers block but I’m locked to myself, the music comes to mind when I open the door to help
Mm Finding inner peace, where’s Jaden, she's hidden underneath,
Pause *sigh* breathe repeat, dreamin bout the days when I was 17
The lessin bein, it was easier to digest and put to dialect the pain projected without feeling ashamed, feelin like adults cant cry cant write put to shelf, your selfish ways, leave that sob story unread, go to bed close the novel, have the writers block linger in my head
Writers block or is my soul locked, fingers on the keys, melody, knocked, doors open, creativity
Bridge
I can’t think about anything, but I wanna write about many things.
So many things I wanna talk about, buried deep inside these feelings.
One day I’ll find the words to describe all the emotions I keep hiding
hiding from the world, afraid of betrayal that kept me biting,
biting and eating me from inside…
Chorus
A hundred words, that’s all i get,
To scream my heart without no regret.
A hundred words, that’s all i get,
Still was speechless, when we first met
Chorus
A hundred words, that’s all i get, (Jaden writes and Chah)
To scream my heart without no regret.
A hundred words, that’s all i get,
Still was speechless, when we first met
Haha