Cyne - This Year lyrics

[Verse 1 – Akin] But had ta drag in this year—I'm showing no fear I juxtapose change like I rose with a new year (meaning) My resolution is like, “No more pledging to demons I'm aligned with mics That braving the storm for combat.” Y'all better be warned Taking eagles out the sky—sh** that better be bombs And better be armed with propaganda, striking and launch More despair spark the sky lines than night that is dark The d**h you wait. No breath to take. No breath to take Eagle blown, clone troops to flake this year I got a better plan. Nope, no Beretta, man It's 365-plus ways to change the weather, and Flip the forecast, let sunshine and broadcast Beauty through your idiot box—less fry Dave made the hot sh** now. We rock Dave made the hot sh** now. We rock ‘cause [Hook – Akin] Yeah. We get it on this year Evolution take form to go beyond this year (this year, this year) A lot of goals this year No holes and dough to break bread this year (this year) Who want it all this year? Who want liberty, equality for all this year? (this year) Yeah. We get it all this year For real, CYNE, we get it all this year [Verse 2 – Akin] It's for the broke man stride, juggling pain with pride Yo, my words worth a mill, but damn, so is a lie—it's sh**ty While pelican fly right through your city When I'm airborne, maritime skies got me shivering Torn, pawns broke from open warzones I'm caught in a rapture blast that better duck, holmes It's real—I seen the devil in his blue suit World in his palm look dumber than the Goof Troop sh**. And y'all believe in his throne Please, squeeze not the crime off that [maricón?] I'm saying, you could label me angry, anti-patriot A runaway who don't believe the hype, just like a atheist But all with a gift. I speak words with help Type is the mic in my hand—its sign shift Battles afar, won and lost a high call [Sharpen ragtime?] to hip hop—we dine and floss Noose on your neck. You thinking that shine had got respect Blood on your back. I'm eating this track I'm thanking, Speck and Enoch and Cise Starr for repping the music Align now. Valve shall never abuse it [Verse 3 – Cise Star] Blowing a fuse—a needle type, holding the groove We be them two black dudes spitting rhythm and blues f** an inauguration We got soldiers dying in foreign nations 40 million dollars, but they got no body armor Sending my best friends, family, and all my loved ones Commander-in-chief, but you never used a gun Your hand softer than mine, but ending they lives Of all the those young men before they God-given time Disgusting. I'm just a little voice hoping that you hear me clear I'm fighting my own way for things I hold dear I love ya homie. Damn, man, you make it through They got you over there, but damn don't let it change you This year, I'm gonna see joys in pain Happiness through the hurt, the sunshine after the rain I give it my all and send it to God Hoping this year we changing it all This year, this year I'm gonna live on my heart, holmes And give it to God, cous, and keeping it strong so (this year) This year, hold it down from the start Futuristic sh**, state of the art This year, this year…