1) rapper Destin Route
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1) rapper Destin Route
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1) Destin Route (born October 31, 1990), better known by his stage name J.I.D, is an American rapper and songwriter from Atlanta, Georgia. He is signed to J. Cole's Dreamville Records. His debut album, The Never Story, was released on March 10, 2017.
The youngest of seven children, Route grew up listening to Sly & The Family Stone and Earth, Wind & Fire before moving onto the 1990s New York Hip-Hop scene and rappers like Jay-Z, Nas and Mobb Deep. In high school, he spent most of his teen years playing football as a defensive back. J.I.D also ran track.
All Bad
J.I.D Lyrics
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Grass, money, gasoline. Let the greens caught on red
Put some red wine to the rain. Paint some whites into the dark
Put some shit on tag for sell. Is it what they truly are?
All I seek, all I need. All kinds of bad starts burning
Oh I dream, I wake. Such a usual process
I swim my knife, through my arm, by my skin
I sniff a million scents
Crazy eyes pinned down the street. Can you spare a fuck to give?
Days I care and days I don’t. But it surely stinks like hell
Yet who am I to speak? In the big sea I’m a small fish
Put a broken heart on shelf. Is it gonna worth a house?
All I seek, all I need. All kinds of bad starts burning
Oh I dream, I wake. Such a usual process
I swim my knife, through my arm, by my skin
I sniff a million scents
But none of one make sense
Do you think, do you think you can fool me?
Do you think, do you think you can fool me?
Do you think, do you think you can fool me?
Do you think, do you think you can fool me?
Do you honestly think you can fool me
Do you honestly think you can fool me
Do you honestly think you can fool me
Do you honestly think
All I seek, all I need. All kinds of bad starts burning
Oh I dream, I wake. Such a usual process
I swim my knife, through my arm, by my skin
I sniff a million scents
All I seek, all I need. All kinds of bad starts burning
Oh I dream, I wake. Such a usual process
I swim my knife, through my arm, by my skin
I sniff a million scents
But none of one make sense
J.I.D's song "All Bad" reflects on the struggles and hardships of life. The lyrics indicate a sense of insecurity and uncertainty, where the singer has experienced different kinds of bad in his life. He starts by using a metaphor of "greased black hands," showing his hands are soiled with the bad things he has done or seen. The line "Grass, money, gasoline. Let the greens caught on red," reflects the consequences of greed and fast, risky emotions.
He urges himself to change his way of life by putting "some red wine to the rain," meaning instead of adding to the darkness, he plans on creating something beautiful in the chaos. However, he questions whether he can trust people: "Do you honestly think you can fool me?" In the end, the singer cannot recognize one bad thing from another from the millions of scents he smells. The song ends with him still seeking and needing all kinds of bad, and he questions if he will continue to swim the knife into his arm.
Line by Line Meaning
My hands are greased in black. I can see it with my brain
I have done some bad things and I'm conscious of it
Grass, money, gasoline. Let the greens caught on red
Mixing good and bad things often leads to unexpected consequences
Put some red wine to the rain. Paint some whites into the dark
Trying to create beauty in dark situations is a futile effort
Put some shit on tag for sell. Is it what they truly are?
People often try to sell themselves as something they're not
All I seek, all I need. All kinds of bad starts burning
I am drawn to and addicted to negative experiences and behaviors
Oh I dream, I wake. Such a usual process
The cycle of dreaming and waking is a constant of life, both good and bad
I swim my knife, through my arm, by my skin
I am willing to harm myself to feel something, anything
I sniff a million scents. But none of one make sense
I am searching for meaning and purpose in life but finding none
Crazy eyes pinned down the street. Can you spare a fuck to give?
I feel like an outsider and want someone to acknowledge and care about me
Days I care and days I don’t. But it surely stinks like hell
My moods and feelings are inconsistent and often unpleasant
Yet who am I to speak? In the big sea I’m a small fish
I feel insignificant and powerless in the grand scheme of things
Put a broken heart on shelf. Is it gonna worth a house?
Is the pain of heartbreak worth the material success that may come from moving on?
Do you think, do you think you can fool me?
I am distrustful of others and their intentions
All I seek, all I need. All kinds of bad starts burning
I am drawn to and addicted to negative experiences and behaviors
Oh I dream, I wake. Such a usual process
The cycle of dreaming and waking is a constant of life, both good and bad
I swim my knife, through my arm, by my skin
I am willing to harm myself to feel something, anything
I sniff a million scents
I am searching for meaning and purpose in life
But none of one make sense
But I can't seem to find it
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Written by: Te-Hsuan Shih
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