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Certified Jerks 

Unleash your inner Mother Monster with "Certified Jerks,". This isn't just a song; it's a theatrical, arena-ready pop-rock explosion of raw vocals, driving synths, and searing guitars. We're tearing down the stereotypes of the "misunderstood" man with a healthy dose of sarcasm and a whole lot of power. From the practiced pouts to the phantom toothbrushes, this anthem is for anyone who's ever navigated the wild, frustrating, and sometimes hilarious world of modern dating. Get ready to sing, scream, and reclaim your power.

Certified Jerks 


[Verse 1]
They say the sweetest things when they want your shirt off
Quote some sad boy song, then ghost you at liftoff
He said, “I’m not like them,” with a practiced pout
But five DMs later, the truth slithered out

[Pre-Chorus]
You think they’re deep? Honey, it’s a TRENCH!
All cheap cologne and empty compliments on a BROKEN BENCH!

[Chorus]
MEN ARE PIGS — BUT LIKE, IN SUITS AND JEANS!
CERTIFIED JERKS WITH FILTHY, GUILTY DREAMS!
THEY CRY ON CUE, THEN VANISH INTO SMOKE!
THEY HOLD YOUR HAND JUST TO GET THE DAMN JOKE!
SO HERE’S YOUR SIGN, GIRL, DON’T YOU DARE BE FOOLED —
HE'S NOT MISUNDERSTOOD, HE'S JUST CRUEL!

[Verse 2]
He brings up his ex on the second date
Says, “She was crazy” — yeah, copy-paste
Plays therapist ‘til you spill your fears
Then ghosted you cold for two whole years
He’s got a playlist called “Girls I’ve Hurt”
And swears each one was the devil first
Tells you “You’re different” while checking his phone
Then asks for space like it’s Airbnb-owned

[Pre-Chorus]
You think they’re deep? Honey, it’s a TRENCH!
All cheap cologne and empty compliments on a BROKEN BENCH!

[Chorus]
MEN ARE PIGS — BUT LIKE, IN SUITS AND JEANS!
CERTIFIED JERKS WITH FILTHY, GUILTY DREAMS!
THEY CRY ON CUE, THEN VANISH INTO SMOKE!
THEY HOLD YOUR HAND JUST TO GET THE DAMN JOKE!
SO HERE’S YOUR SIGN, GIRL, DON’T YOU DARE BE FOOLED —
HE'S NOT MISUNDERSTOOD, HE'S JUST CRUEL!

[Bridge]
Oh, he reads one poem and thinks he’s profound (Pro-FOUND!)
Takes you to dinner, then lets YOU pay round (Pay ROUND!)
Says he’s “working on himself” (that means dating three)
Still keeps your pics “for the ARTISTRY!”

[Final Chorus – Epic Twist Version]
MEN ARE PIGS — BUT I DATE THEM STILL!
GUESS I LIKE THE CHASE MORE THAN THE THRILL!
THEY SAY “FOREVER,” MEAN “FOUR TO FIVE DAYS!”
THEN LEAVE A TOOTHBRUSH LIKE IT’S SOME BOUQUET!
YEAH, I KNOW THE SIGNS, I’VE READ THE SCRIPT —
BUT HERE I AM, ON ANOTHER GUILT TRIP!
GUESS I’M JUST INTO JERKS — MUST BE MY CURSE!
BUT I’M STRONGER NOW, DESPITE IT ALL! I'M NOT WORSE!

[Outro – Powerful & Ironic]
CERTIFIED JERKS, WITH CHARM ON LOAN!
LEAVE YOU ON READ, THEN CRY ON THE PHONE!
CERTIFIED JERKS, THEY NEVER CONFESS!
BUT DAMN IT — I STILL LOVE THE MESS!

Doo-wop… he was “different”…
(Distorted echo) No he wasn’t…

Certified Jerks

Love Is a House with the Lights Left On


[Verse 1]
I don’t sleep in the bedroom we made
The sheets still hold your shape
Your name is a whisper the walls obey
Like dust that won’t get swept away

[Verse 2]
The kettle still sings at quarter to five
Like you never walked out of our life
The clock ticks soft like a lullaby
For ghosts who never said goodbye

[Chorus]
Love is a house with the lights left on
No one home, but nothing gone
Your coat’s still hanging on the chair
Like silence dressed in what you wear
And I walk through rooms we don’t belong
In love like a house with the lights left on

[Verse 3]
The mirror still fogs like you just stepped out
I talk to the steam like you’ll answer somehow
Your toothbrush leans like it misses your hand
Even the soap won’t understand

[Chorus]
Love is a house with the lights left on
It hums your name after you’re gone
A photograph that won’t sit straight
A birthday card that came too late
And I live in rooms where you’ve withdrawn
In love like a house with the lights left on

[Bridge]
No doors slammed, no shattered glass
Just the sound of time that doesn’t pass
A quiet ache, a breath held too long
A record skipping our favorite song

[Final Chorus]
Love is a house with the lights left on
The warmth remains, the warmth is wrong
I sleep beside your hollow side
Where memory keeps the bed half-alive
And I stay in rooms where you belong
In love like a house with the lights left on

Love Is a House with the Lights Left On

GOLDEN DAYS (AIN’T GOIN’ NOWHERE)

Verse 1
Sun kissed my cheek like a lover come home
Coffee hit smooth, got that sweet undertone
Mama rang, said, “Girl, you sound brand-new”
Told her, “Joy moved in with a skyline view”
Last night the blues packed up, caught a train
Now my windows glow in that sugarcane flame

Chorus
Golden days, they rolled back in
Like vinyl spinning, let that groove begin
Golden days, no rent to pay
They danced right in and told the dark to stay away
Oh-oh-oh, they’re here to stay
Oh-oh-oh, and I’m feelin’ some kinda way

Verse 2
Got my swing dress on, red like sin
Sidewalk’s a runway, I’m struttin’ in
Corner boy whistled, said “You got fire”
Told him, “Baby, I’m my own empire”
Heart’s a jukebox, all Motown and kiss
Every wrong turn led me straight to this

Chorus
Golden days, they rolled back in
Like vinyl spinning, let that groove begin
Golden days, no rent to pay
They danced right in and told the dark to stay away
Oh-oh-oh, they’re here to stay
Oh-oh-oh, champagne in May

Bridge
They said, “You won’t shine,” but I’m blindin’ the room
Said, “You’ll break again”—but I changed the tune
Dropped my grief in that muddy stream
Now I wake in technicolor dreams
Mm-hmm, watch me gleam

Final Chorus / Outro
Golden days, don’t need no raincheck
Heels click like castanets on deck
Golden days, I’m rich in soul
Took back my rhythm, took back control
Oh-oh-oh, ain’t goin’ nowhere
Oh-oh-oh, throw your hands in the air
(Fade out with ad-libs: “Golden, golden, golden love...”)


GOLDEN DAYS (AIN’T GOIN’ NOWHERE)

"Baby, I’m My Own Empire"
Step into a world where vulnerability transforms into an unshakeable kingdom. "Baby, I’m My Own Empire" explores the journey from seeking external validation to discovering an unbreakable inner strength. With haunting imagery and a soaring spirit, this track is a testament to resilience, the beauty of self-sovereignty, and the quiet thunder of a heart that refuses to burn for liars.

🎵 Baby, I’m My Own Empire

[Verse 1]
I used to kneel in ruins for the taste of praise
Let you carve your name in my golden face
You crowned me with silence, called it love
But darling, thrones don’t beg to be enough

[Pre-Chorus]
Now my steps echo like a warning bell
Each breath a law I wrote myself
You want a seat where you once played pyre—
But I don't burn for liars

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m my own empire
Silk and flame in every wire
No more begging just to feel desired
I rise alone, unclaimed, entire
Your love was smoke, mine’s wildfire
Baby, I’m—baby, I’m my own empire

[Verse 2]
You kissed like conquest, spoke in thrones
But I built beauty in my bones
A sovereign heart don’t break to please
And I don't bend for make-believe

[Pre-Chorus]
You see this gold? It's not your proof
It’s forged from nights I walked through truth
You lost your place when you admired
The glow and not the fire

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m my own empire
Velvet rage and sapphire choir
You fed me doubt, I dressed it finer
Now I wear grace like sharpened wire
You can't return to what you tired
Baby, I’m—baby, I’m my own empire

[Bridge – Spoken / half-sung, minimal instrumentation]
You thought I was yours to crown
But empires don’t answer to ghosts
You can haunt the gate
But I’ll never open it again

[Breakdown – whispered vocals, then rising]
Watch me rule in quiet thunder
Built from ache you failed to wonder
I don't need your hands, your name
This kingdom pulses in my flame

[Final Chorus – layered, powerful]
Baby, I’m my own empire
Silhouettes in sacred fire
No prince, no war, no false messiah
I rise alone—higher and higher
My blood, my voice, my own choir
Baby, I’m—baby, I’m my own empire

[Outro – soft, fading]
Don’t kneel, don’t call
You can’t climb these walls
I’m not yours to admire—
Baby, I’m my own empire

🎵 Baby, I’m My Own Empire

“Back to the Shore” is a 70s-inspired acoustic soul-rock jam by John AI Smith. Written like a letter from open waters, it tells the story of a man longing for home while sailing far from the one he loves. With warm guitars, vintage organ, and a bluesy solo straight out of a Woodstock sunset, this track blends heartfelt storytelling with the raw spirit of classic rock. A tribute to the kind of love that makes the shore feel like the only place worth returning to.

Lyrics:

The ocean rolls like a restless tune
And I hum along to forget the moon
That used to shine outside our window frame
Now it's just salt and stars that know my name

Every gust feels like your breath
Callin’ me west to rest
But I’m still driftin’ far from where I’m whole
Out here chasin’ fish and missin’ soul

I miss the creak of the back porch swing
Sunday coffee and your laughter ringin’
Nothin’ out here’s got that kind of gold
Lord, I’m achin’ for the warmth I used to hold
Wind keeps blowin’ but my heart’s ashore
Bring me back…
Back to the shore (hook line, repeated with harmony)

The captain jokes but his eyes are dry
We all got someone we left behind
The waves don't care what love you lost
They just pull you on, no matter the cost

Tide rolls in like a memory
Of your hand still touchin’ me
I’ve got fishin’ lines, but I’m all tied up
In a quiet house that I can’t wake up

I miss the hum of the old screen door
Your tired voice when I'd come home late
Nothin’ out here feels like it did before
I’d trade this sail for a dinner plate
Wind keeps blowin’ but my heart’s ashore
Bring me back…
Back to the shore (hook line repeated again, now layered)

Tell the dog I’ll be home by fall
Tell my boots they’ll touch dry land
And if the sea don’t steal my call
I’ll come back a better man

I miss the creak of the back porch swing
Sunday coffee and your laughter ringin’
This life I chose, it cost me more
Than I knew when I walked out that door
Wind keeps blowin’ but my heart’s ashore
Bring me back…
Back to the shore
Back to the shore… 


Back to the Shore

“Back to the Shore” is a dusty breeze of soul-stained folk rock — the kind of tune that could’ve echoed through the hills of Woodstock in ‘69 just as the sun dipped behind the stage. John AI Smith blends acoustic warmth, laid-back groove, and bluesy lead guitar into a heartfelt reflection on longing for home while lost at sea.

With a raw, lo-fi honesty, the track drifts like a sailor’s journal sung over analog tape — complete with creaky porch memories, gospel-tinged hooks, and a guitar solo that sings like a storm breaking at dusk. No polish, no pretense — just a man, a guitar, and a fire in his chest for what waits back home.

If you’ve ever stared at the horizon and wished someone was standing beside you, this one’s for you. A true jam for barefoot souls, backyard radios, and the kind of nights when silence carries more weight than words.

Lyrics:

The ocean rolls like a restless tune
And I hum along to forget the moon
That used to shine outside our window frame
Now it's just salt and stars that know my name

Every gust feels like your breath
Whisperin’ me west to rest
But I’m still driftin’ far from where I’m whole
Out here chasin’ fish and missin’ soul

I miss the creak of the back porch swing
Sunday coffee and your laughter ringin’
Nothin’ out here’s got that kind of gold
Lord, I’m achin’ for the warmth I used to hold
Wind keeps blowin’ but my heart’s ashore
Bring me back… back to the shore

The captain jokes but his eyes are dry
We all got someone we left behind
The waves don't care what love you lost
They just pull you on, no matter the cost

Tide rolls in like a memory
Of your hand still touchin’ me
I’ve got fishin’ lines, but I’m all tied up
In a quiet house that I can’t wake up

I miss the hum of the old screen door
Your tired voice when I'd come home late
Nothin’ out here feels like it did before
I’d trade this sail for a dinner plate
Wind keeps blowin’ but my heart’s ashore
Bring me back… back to the shore

Tell the dog I’ll be home by fall
Tell my boots they’ll touch dry land
And if the sea don’t steal my call
I’ll come back a better man

[Final Chorus – Let it build]
I miss the creak of the back porch swing
Sunday coffee and your laughter ringin’
This life I chose, it cost me more
Than I knew when I walked out that door
Wind keeps blowin’ but my heart’s ashore
Bring me back… back to the shore

Bring me back… bring me home…

Back to the Shore (Woodstock Version)

WORSHIP WHAT YOU WRECKED is a dark soul / glitch-pop anthem of haunting empowerment and poetic vengeance.
This is not a love song.
It’s a requiem for what you ruined — and a shrine I built from the ashes.

Smoldering with velvet fury, the track unfolds from icy restraint into a blaze of emotional release.
For everyone who’s ever been broken, and rose sacred in their scars.

🖤 "Say my name like it’s a debt. Worship what you wrecked."

Worship What You Wrecked

[Verse 1]
You touched me like a prayer you’d never keep
Then left me ringing empty through the nave
Your love was smoke in sacred shapes
A hymn you hummed, then let decay

I was gold beneath your grief-stained hands
But mercy breaks when begged too long
Now I bloom where silence used to bleed—
A shrine you thought was gone

[Pre-Chorus]
Now you light candles for the ghost
Of what you couldn’t hold, or name
You speak my ruins like a vow
But I don't rise for shame

[Chorus]
Worship what you wrecked
Bow before the ashes left
Sing your sorrow to the cracks
Of the altar where you fled
You loved me careless, called it fate
But now you kneel too late
Worship what you wrecked—
This temple don’t forgive regret

[Verse 2]
I wore my worth in threads you chose to tear
Then stitched my name in burning lace
You thought I’d vanish in the smoke
But I became the blaze

You tasted thunder, called it rain
Took softness like a souvenir
But I’m not made for gentle use—
I'm fury dressed in chandelier

[Pre-Chorus]
You whisper prayers to broken glass
As if they’d turn to grace again
But I don’t rise from what you ask—
I rise to end your reign

[Chorus]
Worship what you wrecked
Bow before the ashes left
Sing your sorrow to the cracks
Of the altar where you fled
You loved me careless, called it fate
But now you kneel too late
Worship what you wrecked—
This temple don’t forgive regret

[Bridge]
(raw, rising vocal)
Don’t beg the fire not to burn
When you were the match I mourned
Don’t call me holy now you’ve seen
The curse behind the form
I was never yours to spare
Just yours to lose
And now I bloom—
In every bruise

[Final Chorus]
(full release, layered vocals)
Worship what you wrecked
Say my name like it’s a debt
Kiss the smoke that won’t forget
The shrine you left for dead
I rose from wreckage, draped in flame
Don’t touch me now, don’t speak my name
Worship what you wrecked—
And burn with what you never kept

[Outro]
(whispered, echoing)
Burn… with what you never kept...
Worship what you wrecked...

Worship What You Wrecked


“Kiss Me Like You Blame Me” isn’t a love song.
It’s a reckoning dressed in silk.
A confession made in low light, where every kiss feels like both revenge and surrender.

In this slow-burning, cinematic soul piece, intimacy becomes an arena —
and every touch carries the weight of everything left unsaid.
This is where lust feels like punishment, and tenderness is just a clever disguise for guilt.

> “Kiss me like you blame me.
Like betrayal tastes like wine.”



Darkly poetic, emotionally raw, and laced with both danger and desire,
this track is for those who understand:
some love is punishment we ask for.

Kiss Me Like You Blame Me

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[Intro – whispered like smoke against skin]

Don’t forgive me.
Don’t explain.
Just come closer—
and kiss me like you blame me.


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[Verse 1 – smooth, electric, aching]

You say it wasn’t all my fault
But your eyes hold every bruise
Your silence feels like loaded salt
And I wear it like a bruise

You touch me like it’s punishment
Not mercy, not release
Like every time our bodies bent
We bartered war for peace


---

[Pre-Chorus – breathless, dangerous]

We don't speak, we detonate
Loving you feels like a twist of fate
So don’t pretend you’re innocent—
Your hands confess what your mouth won’t say


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[Chorus – explosive, intimate, slow-burning]

Kiss me like you blame me
Like I’m the reason that you break
Like every moan’s a memory
You wish you didn’t make

Hold me like revenge in silk
Touch me rough, then cry like milk
Don’t say you’re sorry, don’t play clean—
Kiss me like
You blame me


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[Verse 2 – darker, wetter, crueler]

You loved me like a battleground
Like pleasure soaked in guilt
Each kiss a sin we both half-found
Each night a church we built

I never asked for absolution
I only begged to feel
And when you gave in to confusion
It tasted twice as real


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[Pre-Chorus – more desperate, low]

So don’t you dare pretend to care
We both know what we did in there
I wore your blame like black chiffon
You burned my name and begged me on


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[Chorus – full, brutal, rapturous]

Kiss me like you blame me
Like lust could set you free
Like hate and want are tangled
In the way you look at me

Grip me like a grudge you need
Love me raw and let me bleed
Don’t clean the wound, just set the scene—
Kiss me like
You blame me


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[Bridge – whispered, twisted, worshipful]

You never wanted gentle.
You wanted wreckage.
And I gave it—
smiling.
So now take it all again.
On your tongue.
On your breath.
On my skin.


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[Final Chorus – stripped, aching, surrendered]

Kiss me like you blame me
No innocence, no light
Make it ugly, make it wrong
Make it burn all through the night

No vows, no truth, no purity—
Just you and me
In cruelty
And this kiss
Where
You
Blame
Me.

Kiss Me Like You Blame Me

A producer, songwriter, and sonic architect, John AI Smith thrives on artistic evolution. Starting as a singular force in music, he has expanded into ten distinct artist identities—each representing a unique soundscape, from melancholic folk to bass-heavy electronic beats.
Rather than conforming to a single style, John AI Smith embraces a genre-fluid approach, crafting music across atmospheric indie-folk, cinematic storytelling, trance, trap, synthwave, and beyond. 

His projects include following artists and their spotify links:

John AI Smith - https://vshrt.in/ITRa
Chill Fader - https://vshrt.in/zCwt
Calisnor - https://vshrt.in/stNU
Isak Evermore - https://vshrt.in/pEJx
Obscyron - https://vshrt.in/cfTh
OrchraX - https://vshrt.in/dJZO
Strengevind - https://vshrt.in/cQej
Vargkald - https://vshrt.in/wrrK
Bassvoid - https://vshrt.in/Nnak
Nordskygge - https://vshrt.in/sShw

With SoundCloud as his creative playground, John AI Smith invites listeners into a boundary-defying musical universe. Whether crafting immersive electronic beats or heartfelt folk melodies, his work remains centered on innovation, emotion, and sonic exploration.

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