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Slomow - Vibe

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Sky High

one for the oldschool

Gainsome - Sceptor v3.0

On this week's Friday episode of The JTrain Podcast, Jared is joined by comic, and OKP, Justin Smith, to read your emails and answer questions about going through college with a mental illness, moving out of your parents' basement and finding good roommates, making long distance work with a bad texter, when you're a bad texter yourself, dealing with a selfish boyfriend, what to do next when you've slept with the roommate of the girl you're actually into, and what's the true female equivalent of a dick pic. Plus, Hypotheticals and the news with ManSamp. Check it out, and enjoy.

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Get ready for an Original Song, My Ordinary Life! It features audio samples from the Japanese cartoon Nichijou by Kyoto Animation and Nomi Yuuji.

Lyrics:

VERSE 1

They tell me keep it simple, I tell them take it slow
I feed and water an idea so I let it grow
I tell them take it easy, they laugh and tell me no,
It’s cool but I don’t see them laughing at my money though
They spittin facts at me, I’m spittin tracks, catch me?
I’m spinning gold out my records know you can’t combat me
They tell me jesus walks, I tell them money talks.
Bling got me chill, cause I’m living in an ice box.
They tell me I've been sleepin, I say I’m wide awake
Tracks hot and ready so they call me mister e-z bake
They say the grass is greener, I think my grass is dank
Drivin with a drank on an empty tank to the bank

PRE CHORUS

Do you feel me? Talk a look inside my brain
The people always different but it always feel the same

That’s the real me. Pop the champagne
The haters wanna hurt me and I’m laughin at the pain

CHORUS

Stayin still, Eyes closed
Let the world just pass me by

Pain pills, Nice clothes
If I fall I think I’ll fly

Touch me, Midas
Make me part of your design

None to guide us
I feel fear for the very last time


VERSE 2

They tell me that I’m special, I smile and shake my head
I’ll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said
They tell me I’m so humble, I say I’m turning red
They let me lie to them and don’t feel like they’ve been misled
They give so much to me, I’m losing touch get me?
Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds they just let me.
They tell me I’m a god, I’m lost in the facade
Six feet off the ground at all times I think I’m feelin odd
No matter what I make, they never see mistakes
Makin so much bread, I don’t care that they’re just being fake
They tell me they’re below me, I act like I’m above
The people blend together but I would be lost without their love

PRE CHORUS

Can you heal me? Have I gained too much?
When you become untouchable you’re unable to touch

Is there a real me? Pop the champagne
It hurts me just to think and I don’t do pain

CHORUS 


Stayin still, Eyes closed
Let the world just pass me by

Pain pills, Nice clothes
If I fall I think I’ll fly

Touch me, Midas
Make me part of your design

None to guide us
I feel fear for the very last time

CHORUS 2

Lay still, Restless
Losing sleep while I lose my mind

All thrill, No stress
All my muses left behind

World is, below
So high up, I’m near divine

Lean in, Let go
I feel fear for the very last time

one for the oldschool

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