Project 2

Voice Memos

mistakes

jumphowhigh

iagaf 1

Beat by Edgar the Beatmaker

Lyrics:

Medicate, medicate, paradigm predicate
My mind state, scared of mine
Dissociate, misplacing time, appropriate
Guess its fitting that the writtens in the back of my throat that I’ve yet to get off 
Keep my chest kinda taut till they out like the second i decide that I’m out
I keep dipping kinda sudden, heart imitate my life, 
From the start I been running from the dark, like something in it tryna make me part from my ways,
Smart men don’t get caught in em, crosshairs of a marksman just a caution
Tales that they told bout some dark men, tales getting old as the soul i been told i should bargain
Like its gold in the earth ima sew when I’m gone
Like the cold in the depth of the dirt means I’m close as can get to a god
Thats some stress for my thoughts 
Aint a rest check to check, i aint check in a lot with my fam 
I been up to my neck in a jam, like a clot
Done the best that i can, probably why i aint set as i planned,
Probably why i been stressing a lot, 
Knots in my hair tangled as the truth when i talk
Truth be told, wish my shit wouldn’t lock
Shit I was taught tearing at me got me glaring like i fuckin hate myself, 
Aint for my health sake when i
Medicate, medicate

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