Upside Down (prod.HeyRick)

I don't

I don't (prod. Toxic Beats)

reconcile

reconcile (prod. TakebacKK)

thinking

thinking ft Marcqui Blvck (prod. JPBeatz)

prod. SeaSkyBeats

Lyrics:
(Jacob David) 
I’m at a point in my life where I can’t really even explain how I’m changing 
Man im not even sure if I’m healing 
Not even sure if I’m managing 
Shit I’m not even sure when I’m panicking 
 is it really anxiety? 
 if I feel it constantly 
Or is this just a part of me now 
Sorry you’ll just have to pardon me now 
Gotta go talk to myself about
Breaking down 
Breath it in 
Breath it in
Count to ten 
Breath it out 
Oh 
Don’t wanna talk to me now 
Sorry I’m freaking you out 
Sorry I’m talking too much 
Shit
Sorry im talking too loud 

(Kish Yabish)
Oh I'm loud? well the syndromes to keep me down like depressants
Isn't present in my presence I'm a gift unwrap your present
Feel the aura read the room crypto Doge I'm to the moon
From the looks it's pretty soon, I manifest what I assume
I been working two jobs for too long witchcraft 
Pay sucks, hours long, time you never get back
Talk about it, shit, what is there to really chit chat
About riff raff, I just need a break, gimme me a kit kat

Breathe it in 
Breathe it out 
Count to 10
Breathe it out (x4) 

(Jacob David) 
I don’t really believe that we know we are 
Until tragedy strikes 
Until you really had to struggle 
Until you really had to fight
Like it depended on your life 
Or maybe an experience l
ike an ego death 
on psychedelics 
Or a car crash
Or a life sentence 
Or a diagnosis 
With no cure 
Or your babies hungry  
with no home 
No income no car note 
No way out and no hope  
No light at the end of the tunnel 
It’s no joke 
Your life isn’t that bad 
Just appreciate what you got bro  
 
(Kish Yabish)
Appreciate what you got 
When inebriated you lost
Watch the circle you're around 
Leave the squares underground 
Now pick yourself up since they wanna be down
You a Queen wear your crown
Appreciate what you got 
When inebriated you lost
Watch the circle you're around 
Leave the squares underground 
Now pick yourself up since they wanna be down
You a King wear your crown

Avant-garde

Struggle

Struggle (Jacob David x Kish Yabish)

prod. SeaSkyBeats

Lyrics:
(Jacob David)
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I’ve had some trouble
I’ve had some problems 
I’ve had some trouble 
I’ve had some problems 
Yeah I’ve had more, than I could solve 
Yeah I’ve had some problems 
Yeah I had some problems 

(Kish Yabish)
Too many problems, I hate this equation some times I do not have the energy
To get up and solve it myself somebody come gimme the remedy, I don't need Hennessey 
Used to get wasted that I could see 10 of me, then I would hurl 
Blackout, wake up on the floor like shrimp, the way my body is curled 
Tired of bottles, I ain't a baby, swimmin? you crazy
Maybe I'm floatin my way towards the shore Captain Morgan you can stay wavy 
All the way sauced, a black Yung Gravy, been overdue like somebody come pay me, 
A visit, but it's just I who can save me, from most of the vices humanity's gave me (uh)

(Jacob David)
I’ve had some trouble
I’ve had some problems 
Yeah I’ve done things
I wish I hadn’t 
I’ve been in trouble,
I’ve been in cop cars with my hands cuffed, I’ve been too drunk, I’ve been fucked up
I done put myself through hell
But that’s cause

I’ve had some trouble 
I’ve had some problems 
I’ve had some trouble 
I’ve had some problems 
Yeah I’ve had more
Than I could solve 
Yeah I’ve had some problems 
Yeah I’ve had some problems 

Yeah I really had some problems
Little white lines Jim beam and some downers
Couldn’t even talk to my people bout the problems 
Turns out those people weren’t even the people to be there 
When I found myself drowning in my own vomit 
Fight with myself 
Like im violent 
Thought all those pillies could ease all the violence 
Silence the demons like make em all silent  
(Make em all silent)
Thought I was coping but honestly I was just masking my feelings
Too afraid to be honest with myself and what I really needed 
And now that I’m better I feel like im healing 
But still there is still problems 
And I am still grieving 
And there is trouble 
And I still need healing 

I’ve had some trouble 
I’ve had some problems 
I’ve had some trouble 
I’ve had some problems 
Yeah I’ve had more
Than I could solve 
Yeah I’ve had some problems 
Yeah I’ve had some problems

Trouble

Trouble (Jacob David x Kish Yabish)

prod. JPBeatz

Lyrics:
(Jacob David) 
Won’t you tell me how you feel baby, what’s the deal shawty? 
I want you to call me “daddy”, my little mama 
Tell if you ready baby, if you really want it
Won’t you tell me how you feel baby, feel baby 
Won’t you tell me how you feel baby 
Keep it real with me 
Imma keep it real with you 
Real with you 
Imma tell you what it is girl, tell you what I like about you
Tell you how that ass fat and how I’m finna get inside you 
Tell you what it is girl, tell you how I’m ridin’ for you
Tell you like it is girl and ain’t nobody ridin’ like me 
(Ridin’ like me) 

Won’t you tell me how you feel baby (x2) 
What’s the deal shawty? 
I want you to call me “daddy”, my little mama 
Tell me if you ready baby, if you really want it 
Won’t you tell me how you feel baby
Feel baby 
Won’t you tell me how you feel baby 

(Kish Yabish) 
How you feel 
Is it real 
Should I chill x2

Hey yo, I got this 

First it started with a wave then I asked what her name is 
(My name is Madison) is what she gave and I don't care who she came with 
Thinkin it's fair play one on one tryna game with
Intentions of datin life is short why we waitin
Broke the ice no mo skatin but aback I was taken 
Cause she made no advance at the moves I was makin 
So I started to dance didn't pay her no mind 
Tho the attention she was seekin was mine (bop bop bop bop)

(Jacob David) 
Won’t you tell me how you feel baby, what’s the deal shawty? 
I want you to call me “daddy”, my little mama 
Tell if you ready baby, if you really want it
Won’t you tell me how you feel baby, feel baby 
Won’t you tell me how you feel baby, feel baby
Imma tell you what it is girl, tell you what I like about you
Tell you how that ass fat and how I’m finna get inside you 
Tell you what it is girl, tell you how I’m ridin’ for you
Tell you like it is girl and ain’t nobody ridin’ like me 
Won’t you tell me how you feel baby, feel baby 

(Ain’t nobody ridin’ like me)

How Ya Feel

How Ya Feel? (Jacob David x Kish Yabish)

prod. RamaLow

Lyrics:
(Jacob David) 
Used to think that I was disassociating 
All the time spent trippin thought my mind was in containment 
All these walls keep closing and the door won’t open 
And I’m scared half to death 
While the other half is hoping
Envisioning myself reaching for somebody else’s hand
Instead of reaching down inside and seeing I was living in
Fear of myself 
And all the things I dabble in 
Gamble with my life and roll my vices with the other hand 
    
Spinning out 
Walking up and then 
Re peat the cycle 
Like I’m ridin’ in the Tour de France 
Circle back the block if the cops outside the residence 
       
Used to think that I was over analytical 
And couldn’t take criticism 
but steady stayed critical 
And skeptic of any situation 
That seemed intolerable 
And messed with the only conversations 
That I saw profitable 

But that was nothin good for me 
I spin out I wake up I repeat I’m falling 
I can not see straight
I can not feel my body 
I thought that I loved it 
But it only hurt me 
(x2)

Spinning out 
Walking up and then 
Repeat the cycle 
Like I’m ridin’ in the Tour de France 
Circle back the block if the cops outside the residence 
(x2) 

(Kish Yabish) 
Go OD together spells good 
Saw a ho OD other day in the hood
Block is hot, kick rocks the fiend wants the crack type
I don't want that smoke 'specially out the crack pipe
Busted Tinkerbells all over lookin dusted
Peter Pan-handling and he can't be trusted
Call it how I see it and I ain't been blinded 
Everybody can't be Fronted if I'm not behind it
You're lost get some help if you seek you should find it
Cause you'll get to a point where you can't rewind it
Back to the beginning like a tape from Blockbuster
Dirty birds get the dirty worm you cocksucka 
It's ignorant, how you can be so stupid 
To see the harm it's causing you still you wanna use it 
Always fighting with yourself battle is abusive 
Piles of dark thoughts have gotta be intrusive 
Nobody wants you, your friends all useless 
Hair is falling out gummy bear smile toothless 
Streets are never Eazy for the record it's Ruthless 
Not to have a place to call your own you're roof less
So go OD together spells good 
Saw a ho OD other day in the hood 
Block is hot, kick rocks but the fiend wants the crack type
Ya don't need that smoke especially out the crack pipe 

(Jacob David) 
Spinning out 
Walking up and then 
Repeat the cycle 
Like I’m ridin’ in the Tour de France 
Circle back the block if the cops outside the residence 
(x2)

Spiraling

Spiraling  (Jacob David x Kish Yabish)

prod. MetzMusic

Lyrics: 

(Jacob David) 
Fighting with myself (x3)

Im fighting with myself again
Got perceptions of evil dancing up inside my head and then
Whisper in my ear oh that’s the devil on my shoulder when
I’m making poor decisions 
And pouring on something I shouldn’t even be drinking
Or when I’m lying to myself about the fact that I’ve been sinking in it
Stop
wait 
I need to take a minute
I need to find my center and the balance in it all
If I stumble then I fall 
 Got my back against the fences but the picture's on the wall
Huh
Nothing to brag about   
Couple of things in my life that I’m mad about 
But one of those things or more of those things it’s more than a couple I’m sad about   
I need to redirect 
I need to talk about 
My rapid decline from feeling so fine to feeling the hit in my mental health 

I’m fighting with myself 
I’m higher than I meant to be
I’m doubting all my skills
Don’t feel like I’m where im supposed to be  

I’m fighting with myself again 
Got perceptions of evil dancing up inside my head and then
Whisper in my ear oh that’s the devil on my shoulder when
I’m making poor decisions 
I’m fighting with myself again
I’m fighting with myself again 

(Kish Yabish) 
Back and Forth like yes of course I understand I had some habits
Losing grip on reality tho it's in reach when I grab it
Look a bottle take a shot matter fact I rather pass it
I'll take the assist, if I do so insist
I would tell you just watch me or you can look at the wrist
Time I put into working any sessions a shift 
Idle hands are the devils playground I was told
But I ain't buying everything I was sold but when alone
I'm fighting with myself again 
Got perceptions of evil dancing inside my head and then 
Whispers in my ear oh that's Lucy on my shoulder when 
making bad decisions (uh) making bad decisions I'm fighting with myself again fighting with myself again (yeah)

(Jacob David) 
I’m fighting with myself again (x3)
Im fighting with myself again
Got perceptions of evil dancing up inside my head and then
Whisper in my ear oh that’s the devil on my shoulder when
I’m making poor decisions 
Making poor decisions 
I’m fighting with myself again 
I’m fighting with myself again

Fighting With Myself

Fighting With Myself (Jacob David x Kish Yabish)

prod. Kish Yabish

Lyrics:
(Kish Yabish) 

Who Am I, I, I, I
Who Am...I, I, I, 
Who Am

I have questions everyday I, find The Answers like A.I. 
Rather get hurt from the truth, than to live safe behind a lie
Last name is McDonald, but ask me if I'm Lovin' It 
Tried to stomach it, now I'm celibate, I don't really fuck wit it
New name yo, Kish Yabish, Lui Kang flow wit the sickest kicks
All in ya ear, dawg I'm an APE, Artist Producer Engineer 
Doin this for many years, can't say the same bout all my peers 
We don't compare, I don't care, what's to tell, what's to share
Lost a few who aren't here, eyes ran through alotta tears
(I) Wanted to die these thoughts intrusive 
Couple times, bumped a couple of lines, outside of music 
Alcoholic, although knowin that Brandy was so abusive 
Wrestled with it off of the mat and the top rope
Overused it with too many excuses to not cope
My muse is, through music helping me feel hope
I'm addicted to this thing called life like it's real dope
And I pledge allegiance to my uce, back again we in the booth
From a city where it's home to basketball I'ma shoot
From a city where it's home to Smith & Wesson I'ma shoot
I'm a God talkin blasphemous to me gets you rebuked

(Jacob David) 
I got tension
I got questions 
I got a list of a whole lot of problems
I need to address them
I guess I’m messed up, I think I’m deflecting
I’ve got a problem with everything I’ve done but that’s in the past tense
Shift my direction, fight with addiction, pardon my distance, I didn’t mean this
I know you don’t need this, probably think I don’t mean this; but I hope you believe when 
I show you my character, how you perceive it? 
Roll up another one I smoke another blunt, I got like 10 in rotation.
Who could I be in a minute? 
I always test my own patience, I always fall into anger, I’m always over reacting
Out of my mind, bitch, I’m going through changes transcending my soul and my body.
My physical being is no longer belonging to me, exercising the hauntings.
I had a call with my partner, he told me “lil’ brodie, keep moving in motion.” 
I remember the last call with my Pops and he told me “you got this, keep going.” 
I know that my sister look down on me watching the way that I push through commotion.
I know that I got this but I still have fights with myself about shit from the old days. 
I used to rap about drugs and the deterioration and how they was hurting me,
I used to rap about none, singing some songs, that really didn’t mean none to me
(I used to think it was fun til’ I realized that that shit was really killing me)

Jacob David

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