New Threads - Jason Myers

Feel good rhythmic pop - commercial sound and production - piano and brass

Okay, let’s go, count me in,
(1) yeah, (2) yeah, (3) yeah, (4) yeah,
(5) yeah, (6) yeah, (7) wait, what? (six, seven — haha!),

Got box-fresh kicks and a fit that’s tight,
sun on my face, yeah, the mood feels right,
coffee in hand and an outlook like June,
walkin’ like I’m skippin’, skippin’, tune to tune,
there’s a spring in my step, got time to spend,
feelin’ this high I don’t need to pretend,

street reflections smilin’ back, “that’s you, my friend,”
start it now, no wait for the weekend,

I got new threads, turnin’ heads,
walkin’ tall where the sunlight spreads,
doors wide open, skyline ahead,
feelin’ good, yeah, new threads,

snap that step, keep time on cue,
fresh white shirt, sky bright blue,
got that cool, calm flow, that head-up stance,
movin’ like the world just gave me a chance,
every move’s got groove and proof,
no weight on me, just that easy truth,

every step’s got a spark, feelin’ mad rizz,
got me spinnin’ like summer girls in Madrid,

new threads, turnin’ heads,
walkin’ tall where the sunlight spreads,
doors wide open, dreams well-fed,
feelin’ free, new threads,

I’m stitched in slick intention,
no tension, just pure invention,
rhymes weave clean in conversation,
seamless lines in sync formation,
tailor-made, no imitation,
sharp as wit, my own creation,
got rhythm runnin’ deep like veins,
confidence flows through every refrain,
thread by thread, I climb my line,
new groove, new hue, new paradigm,
head held high, yeah, I’m walkin’ tall,
catch me risin’ like spring through fall,
if life’s a fit, I’m custom made,
no fuss, takin’ citrus, makin’ lemonade,
(haha, yeah),

and pause, (sigh), slow it down, yeah, let it breathe,
ain’t no rush for the joy I weave,
feels too good to fake or force,
just let that rhythm run its course,

new threads, new spark, full send,
turnin’ heads from start to end,
fresh fit, slick wit, twist and blend,
every note hits home again,
runnin’ on rhythm, heart wide spread,
got that bounce in my soul instead,
skyline sings, the world’s well-fed,
feelin’ infinite in my new threads,

yeah, box-fresh heaven,
countin’ one to six, seven,
wooooooo,

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Okay, let’s go, count me in, (1) yeah, (2) yeah, (3) yeah, (4) yeah, (5) yeah, (6) yeah, (7) wait, what? (six, seven — haha!), Got box-fresh kicks and a fit that’s tight, sun on my face, yeah, the mood feels right, coffee in hand and an outlook like June, walkin’ like I’m skippin’, skippin’, tune to tune, there’s a spring in my step, got time to spend, feelin’ this high I don’t need to pretend, street reflections smilin’ back, “that’s you, my friend,” start it now, no wait for the weekend, I got new threads, turnin’ heads, walkin’ tall where the sunlight spreads, doors wide open, skyline ahead, feelin’ good, yeah, new threads, snap that step, keep time on cue, fresh white shirt, sky bright blue, got that cool, calm flow, that head-up stance, movin’ like the world just gave me a chance, every move’s got groove and proof, no weight on me, just that easy truth, every step’s got a spark, feelin’ mad rizz, got me spinnin’ like summer girls in Madrid, new threads, turnin’ heads, walkin’ tall where the sunlight spreads, doors wide open, dreams well-fed, feelin’ free, new threads, I’m stitched in slick intention, no tension, just pure invention, rhymes weave clean in conversation, seamless lines in sync formation, tailor-made, no imitation, sharp as wit, my own creation, got rhythm runnin’ deep like veins, confidence flows through every refrain, thread by thread, I climb my line, new groove, new hue, new paradigm, head held high, yeah, I’m walkin’ tall, catch me risin’ like spring through fall, if life’s a fit, I’m custom made, no fuss, takin’ citrus, makin’ lemonade, (haha, yeah), and pause, (sigh), slow it down, yeah, let it breathe, ain’t no rush for the joy I weave, feels too good to fake or force, just let that rhythm run its course, new threads, new spark, full send, turnin’ heads from start to end, fresh fit, slick wit, twist and blend, every note hits home again, runnin’ on rhythm, heart wide spread, got that bounce in my soul instead, skyline sings, the world’s well-fed, feelin’ infinite in my new threads, yeah, box-fresh heaven, countin’ one to six, seven, wooooooo,

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