The Harlem native, JR Writer’s, one-on-one demeanor is quite introverted, his
on-camera and stage presence resemble nothing of the same. JR Writer’s flow
quickly grabs the attention of any listener and his cleaver lyrics exude a sort
of surprising confidence. He has made appearances on underground mixtapes with
the Diplomats on songs like “Shake” with Cam’ron but this time around he gets an
entire track to confirm his ill lyrical skills. His tracks on the Diplomats
second LP Diplomatic Immunity 2 gives the spotlight to JR Writer as he secures
his spot as a member of the Diplomats with the poise of a first-round draft pick.
JR Writer brings a strong, silent-type, personality to the Diplomats, which
leaves plenty of room for true lyrical maximizing.
Going In
J.R. Writer Lyrics
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I have red eyes like a blood moon, i hope i don’t die this afternoon, i have the devil on the line, saying to pack my bags i just think about not... not leaving tonight, uh
Kill me i don’t even know why I’m doing this, i guess, i just want to help you
I’m lonely, but that’s how, i scape from here, yeah
One voice inside me tells me to stop and another tells me to continue
But, I sink into my vomit, And the only reason i don’t stop every time i want to stop, i can’t, because I’m going in high
But, i sink into my vomit, And the only reason in don’t stop every time i want to stop i can’t because I’m going in high
Sometimes life can be a complete shit, but quiet there are good times, cigarettes, pills, cocaine, alcohol, you just look worse consuming, its not cool
I have red eyes like a blood moon, i hope i don’t die this afternoon, i have the devil on the line, saying to pack my bags i just think about not... not leaving tonight, uh
I cry when this is over sigh when
I burn inside look next to me and you... and you where an angel
I woke up next to you and you where the devil
You where just smiling at me and asking if you
Wanted more while there where fifty more men behind you, i jus smiled at you and decided to accept
He met driving with fifty pounds under the trunk
Head high, trying not fall
But, i sink into my vomit, And the only reason in don’t stop every time i want to stop i can’t because I’m going in high
Sometimes life can be a complete shit, but quiet there are good times, cigarettes, pills, cocaine, alcohol, you just look worse consuming, its not cool
I have red eyes like a blood moon, i hope i don’t die this afternoon, i have the devil on the line, saying to pack my bags i just think about not... not leaving tonight, uh
But, i sink into my vomit, And the only reason in don’t stop every time i want to stop i can’t because I’m going in high
But, i sink into my vomit, And the only reason in don’t stop every time i want to stop i can’t because I’m going in high
The lyrics to J.R. Writer's song "Going In" depict a struggle with addiction and the destructive nature of substance abuse. The song opens with the acknowledgment that sometimes life can be difficult, but the reliance on cigarettes, pills, cocaine, and alcohol only worsens the situation. It conveys a sense of self-awareness, recognizing that consuming these substances is not cool.
The lyrics also express a feeling of impending danger and a desire to escape. The singer mentions having red eyes like a blood moon, reflecting the physical toll and potential consequences of their actions. They mention the devil on the line, urging them to leave or pack their bags, but they hesitate to do so. This hesitation may be due to the allure of continuing down the path of self-destruction.
The chorus of the song emphasizes the struggle to break free from this destructive cycle. Despite wanting to stop, the singer feels trapped because they are going in high. This suggests that the influence of the substances is so strong that they cannot easily break free from them.
Line by Line Meaning
Sometimes life can be a complete shit, but quiet there are good times, cigarettes, pills, cocaine, alcohol, you just look worse consuming, its not cool
Life can be really tough at times, but in those moments of tranquility, indulging in things like cigarettes, pills, cocaine, and alcohol may make you appear worse off. It's not a desirable or cool lifestyle.
I have red eyes like a blood moon, i hope i don’t die this afternoon, i have the devil on the line, saying to pack my bags i just think about not... not leaving tonight, uh
My eyes are bloodshot, resembling a red moon. I'm worried that I might not survive the day. The devil is urging me to leave, but I hesitate and contemplate staying.
Kill me i don’t even know why I’m doing this, i guess, i just want to help you
I feel so defeated that I don't even understand my own actions anymore. Perhaps, deep down, I just want to assist you in some way.
I’m lonely, but that’s how, i scape from here, yeah
Despite feeling lonely, it's through this loneliness that I find an escape from my current circumstances.
One voice inside me tells me to stop and another tells me to continue
There's a constant internal conflict within me—one voice urges me to quit, while the other encourages me to persist.
But, I sink into my vomit, And the only reason i don’t stop every time i want to stop, i can’t, because I’m going in high
However, I spiral down into my own mess and the only reason I find it impossible to quit every time I desire to, is because I'm under the influence and caught in this high.
I cry when this is over sigh when
I burn inside look next to me and you... and you where an angel
I woke up next to you and you where the devil
You where just smiling at me and asking if you
Wanted more while there where fifty more men behind you, i jus smiled at you and decided to accept
He met driving with fifty pounds under the trunk
Head high, trying not fall
When this situation is finally over, I cry and release a sigh of relief. I feel a burning sensation inside me as I see you next to me, shifting between being an angel and a devil. You smile at me, seductively asking if I want more, while there are others waiting behind you. I simply smile back and agree. We meet while driving, carrying a stash of fifty pounds in the trunk. I hold my head high, trying not to stumble.
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Written by: Luof J.
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