Produced by @brokeasswhiteboy
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Jay Wonder
Artwork by Jay Wonder

2022 Self-Conscious

94LostMinds.com

STREAM ON SPOTIFY, APPLE MUSIC, & MORE HERE: https://ffm.to/sadderday
OFFICIAL VISUALS: https://youtu.be/2Jn8KRZH2Nc

Lyrics:

Yeah

Above my head is a
Black cloud; overcast, wit’ a chance of rain
Wonder swarmed wit’ thunderstorms; I was handed pain
Damaged brain, so a loner; given coldest shoulders
Tryna survive in a young world, growin’ older
I think I used to be happier, but I can’t remember 
Now, I’m askin’ ya for more, when you hand me liquor
Miss me with the phone calls; I ain’t pickin’ up
I’m busy twistin’ up
I’m feelin’ sad
I’m feelin’ bad
Thought I was healin’; I’m peelin’ the scab
Now, bleedin’ again
Seekin’ revenge
Can’t see the beginnin’, so schemin’ to end
Dream of the fin
Peace to my friends
Love to my mother; at ease, to my kin
Sisters, my brothers, my cousins, I’m sorry to all them; like autumn ‘cause leavin’ a win
Off of the tree
Into the dirt
Grin in the hearse
Sittin’ in church
Preacher wit’ sermon and spittin’ a verse
Rid me of sin and get rid of the hurt
I dun
Lost my mind, wonderin’ where did the time go
What you think I got this 9 fo’?
Bang

SCLM

Sadderday (prod. by A Broke Ass White Boy)

Produced by @CRCLxx
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Jay Wonder
Artwork by Jay Wonder

2022 Self-Conscious

STREAM ON SPOTIFY, APPLE MUSIC, & MORE HERE: ffm.to/jaywonder-validation

Lyrics:

But at the end of the day
My biggest flex is that my eyebrows are real
I can like rub them and they don't go anywhere
They just
Still look fuckin' good

Woooooo!
Yeah!
I'm back!
Jay Wonder!
VALIDATION!
MUSEIC!

I stack cheddar
I rap better
I was in the kitchen whippin'; now, the crack measured
It's that letter; bet her bucket hat leopard
And her tan skin contrast with that black leather; chill
Niggas hatin' from the side, I'm like who you?
Last song played a million times; what did you do?
Envy that I made a vibe niggas groove to
They connect when I'm the speaker 'cause my grill got a bluetooth
Crucial
Lemons like Lulu
Isn't it ironic how the single made 'em boohoo?
Whew
Every hour, see me pop out wit' a bird 'cause I'm cuckoo
And her head nuts; head nuts like it's screws loose

I just put the mic by the speaker; gimme feedback
I just put the mic by the speaker; gimme feedback
I just put the mic by the speaker; gimme feedback
I just put the mic by the speaker; gimme feedback
I need that
Masvidal; I kneed that
Love like I'm Andre
Love like I'm 3 Stacks
'Cause I heat tracks and speak facts wit' my seat back
Where is Kanyeez at?
Nigga, I need feedback
Ahh!

Goat talk; this is no sheep
Bo Peep
Don't speak
Everything I'm sayin' legendary like I'm Broly
Know he could have the top locked, but he lowkey
Still, I'm high as upper bowl sea-
I mean, nosebleeds
OD
Oh, geez
Big homie
OG
Kick game to 'em like I owe G
Oh, gee
And to keep this shit a hundred, boy, you got 0 Gs
I just cop cars, while the po' lease
You so cheap
You Lupin wit' a coupon
Getcha loot on
The route torn, if the coupe on
Bitch, I'm too gone
That's crossfaded
Like a old tattoo of Jesus
All my bitches faithful
I am who they prey to
I might pop shit like I'm mainstream; I'm not though
Underground nigga, but I still got a top flow
And I got smoke for you dirty herbs
How you invalidate me, when you February 31st?

I just put the mic by the speaker; gimme feedback
I just put the mic by the speaker; gimme feedback
I just put the mic by the speaker; gimme feedback
I just put the mic by the speaker; gimme feedback
I need that
Masvidal; I kneed that
Love like I'm Andre
Love like I'm 3 Stacks
'Cause I heat tracks and speak facts wit' my seat back
Where is Kanyeez at?
Nigga, I need feedback
Ahh!

MUSEIC

VALIDATION (prod. by CRCL)

Produced by @henry-daher
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Jay Wonder
Artwork by Jay Wonder

2022 Self-Conscious

STREAM ON SPOTIFY, APPLE MUSIC, & MORE HERE: https://ffm.to/jaywonder-hags

Lyrics:

Yeah

Lookin’ through my old yearbook
I’m overcome wit’ emotions
Got me reflectin’ like the sun in the ocean
More than pictures; captured during what’s the summit of moments
The best days in life, but none of us know it

Seein’ faces of these people I ain’t thought about in years
Nearly brought about some tears
Me and all the homies were close-knit like the clothes fit
So stitched
Now, we gotta deal wit’ adult shit
I was scared to talk to Melodie
How ironic, nowadays, I only talk to these melodies
Pages harborin’ memories
My secret crushes I forgot about who never even thought of me to remember me
Bet they happily married wit’ families now, successful and rich
While I’m lonely as ever
Stressin’ a bit
Reminiscent
We put our teachers through a lotta shit
Some of them were young
Some were hot as shit
All of them were workin’, prolly barely gettin’ by on rent
Dealin’ wit’ private shit
But we were too immature to acknowledge it
Some kids I’m still blessed to see
Some kids rest in peace
Who would imaginate
Everything would change when we graduate
And we’ll miss Friday when it’s Saturday?
Damn
On the last page, it’s signed, “Have A Great Summer!"
Jay Wonder

Lookin’ through my old yearbook
I’m overcome wit’ emotions
Got me reflectin’ like the sun in the ocean
More than pictures; captured during what’s the summit of moments
The best days in life, but none of us know it

H.A.G.S. (prod. by HenryDaher)

2016 Self-Conscious

Lyrics:

Turn my pain into art
Use my blood as the paint

I think
A mutual committed suicide
I wish she saw what I did when I looked into her eyes
Rooted behind the foolish lies, her truth survive
Her strength, potential, love, and beauty hide
Damn
Her view was blinded
I wonder what she influenced by
Wish she was supervised
Thinkin' about how I wasn't there to provide
Our last chat replayin' through my mind
A dude could cry
...
Yo
Feel like I'm losin' time
Youth has died; got murdered; wish it was euthanized
Scrutinized for tryna avoid a suit and tie
Disputes wit' God; I'm tired of writin' stupid rhymes

When it reigns, it poors...
(When it reigns, it poors)
(When it reigns, it poors)
I'm trained for war...
But I can't take no more, uh

This documentary fucked me up
Watchin' 'em helped to crop a better me, comin' up
Instrumentally, mentally, implemented thee empathy
Sympathy, feelin' deep, the misery, and some other stuff
I'm a product of Taxicab Confessions
Took a Uber; now, I'm chillin' in the backseat like ask me questions
Mad acceptin'
Have depression, but lack possessions
Apprehensive
Acquiescent to tragic lessons
Mass affection so Jarrod's sendin'
This chick wit' a fat ass a message
She read it
Responded uninterestedly
Rejected me
Rest in peace, sel-f-esteem
I let it be
So naive of me to think that in any lifetime she'd wanna mesh wit' me
There's some shallow in the deep, but no deep in what's shallow
My attraction decrease, from the heat or the shadows
I try anyway
Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment
Buggin' or somethin'; I think I love when I'm sufferin'
Would you notice or acknowledge if my messages ceased?
Would you care and be the one that send a message to me, first?
Girls I wanted to grow wit' on they own shit
Was so pissed
Now, I'm hopeless
And a buncha ain't shit niggas tryna tell me how to be shit or do shit, when they ain't do shit
So I'm reclusive
Tryna focus on music
This ain't the shit that you groove wit'
Everybody turnin' up, I turn 'em down
When they come on
I like that real shit
Shit that you can feel shit, uh

When it reigns, it poors...
(When it reigns, it poors)
(When it reigns, it poors)
I'm trained for war...
But I can't take no more, uh

Kevin called me wit' a shaky voice
Remainin' poised, he asked if I was busy; said he needed to talk
Came through, told me Mike was in an accident; after it, didn't make it
Didn't know what to say, zipped; I'm speechless, in awe
Do I hug him? Do I cry or remain tough?
How do I comfort him inside? I keep sayin', "what?"
It don't seem real; why him, God?
He was a good dude; sung his hymns, God
Maybe he's a vessel and he died to inspire or provide us with strength, appreciation, or some other shit in makin' us successful
Just tryna pull positives from a negative
Does everything make sense or do we make sense of everything?
Was every single act you ever committed and didn't in your 25 years of livin' in vain? (huh?)
Never thought that I'd be speakin' through these raps
Told your mom she made an angel; God needed you back
Damn
I'm havin' trouble copin' wit' adulthood
Shit is no good
Used to be able to chill in person and could give your face looks
Now, I gotta log into Facebook to ever see you again

This the third kid I went to middle school with that died within the last 3 months

When it reigns, it poors...
(When it reigns, it poors)
(When it reigns, it poors)
I'm trained for war...
But I can't take no more, uh

i can't save the world and i can't make you love me

when it reigns, it poors (rough)

Produced by Darius Lazar
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Jay Wonder
Artwork by Christian Arriola

2023 Self-Conscious

STREAM ON SPOTIFY, APPLE MUSIC, & MORE HERE: https://ffm.to/esotericcandor
OFFICIAL VISUALS: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nT8DRLxGzXQ

Lyrics:

You'll never understand...

Takin' the red pill; bein' the one unplugged from The Matrix
But stuck in the fakeness
Tusslin' fate and runnin' from agents
Standin' on the roof of skyscrapers and jumpin' when faithless
Facin' the plunge to the pavement; I'm just touchin' the basics
Don't try and bend the spoon; that's impossible
Bending the spoon is just a deeper metaphor for any massive obstacle
The truth is, you spoon-less and you only bendin' yourself
Meaning the only task is conquer you; adjust and better yourself
But 33 years wit' nothin' to show for it
The struggle stole my drive like it's nothin' to chauffeur it
My mind tellin' me that I'm so worthless
Like a horny nigga wit' a foot fetish browsin' the web, it got me soul searchin'
I made mistakes that I can't erase, but too ashamed to state
Afraid to face
So my gaze fixate where you constrain your laces
The pain is weighin' on me like Damon; that's in a major way
Hawkins, Indiana the Upside Down; my brain a stranger place
After thinkin' I'm a burden and finally lettin' go of things inside and hurtin'
My mind is workin' like Tyler Durden when findin' purpose
Projectin' mayhem
Destroyin' the illusion of what's success to Layman
Sidesteppin' contentment, to reach your destination
Knowin' death is waitin'
Wit' arms stretched and impatient
And you not your savior's special creation, so no breath is wasted
Only after caressin' the depths can we resurrect and then change it
Freedom from the stress of expected, the rejection and hatred
I'd pop to fit in
But like the intrinsic field locked when the watch was in it, I'm met wit' Jon Osterman ostracism
The clock is tickin'
Recluse 'till I'm disconnected
Refrain from sendin' texts
Prayin' she get the message; she never do
I sold my stock in women, teleported to Mars; on a rock, I'm sittin'
While I plot, revisit the lack of comprehension
Dodgin' the opposition
Wishin' that the tocks were different
Tachyons block my vision; drop the picture and jot this written

You'll never understand, nigga
You'll never get it

Esoteric Candor (prod. by Darius Lazar)

+100 downloads link: https://www.mediafire.com/?grnzo1o8cc08vio

Greater Than (prod. by Telephoneboxmusic)

Produced by Sean J
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Jay Wonder
Artwork by Jay Wonder

2024 Self-Conscious

STREAM ON SPOTIFY, APPLE MUSIC, & MORE HERE: ffm.to/jaywonder-wrongthings

Lyrics:

(You worry 'bout the wrong things)
Yeah, that's good, paranoid (the wrong things)
(You worry 'bout the wrong things)
Yeah (the wrong things)
Aye

Hoe, you need to focus on me!
Not who I slept wit'
None of my exes
None of the women you believe I'm contemplatin' as my next bitch
I'm an investment
Gotta protect it
No, you can't go through my phone
You be like Dallas and Houston
All in my texts
Callin' and message
Puttin' everyone you cross in a section
Block 'em together like, dog, is this Tetris?
Hoe
She think I'm up to no good; man, my broad is a skeptic
Who the fuck, what the fuck, when the fuck, where the fuck, why the fuck, how?
Always in question
Say the shit nag her
Swear I got groupies because I'm a rapper
Keep what she read on her head like a MAGA
Had her
Worried 'bout scrollin' through my camera roll like a actor
Readin' a script
Under her thumb, she see a pic
Hair in a bun, sweetest of lips
Softest of tongue, Ds are the tits
Ass is on dumb; Jesus, she thick
Kissed by the sun, feet I would lick
Is she the one? I'm pleadin' the fifth
Reason a bit

Hoe, you need to focus on me
'Fore your night back at home in the sheets
We could vibe, hit the flo' and be free
Keep your mind off my phone and get peace
Hoe, you need to focus on me
I could take you high like smokin' the tree
Make you touch the sky and go to your peak
Or spend your whole life alone in the streets
Hoe, you need to focus on me

Don't worry 'bout what a nigga doin', if I hide it 'hind ya back, bitch
That Birkin runnin' 'way from you, tryna catch me; chase a bag, bitch
Don't trip
Pour a glass of that potion
Weed and coke, I'm the dopest
Tossin' clothes how she throw fits
Focus
Pay attention to me
Hoe
Where you goin', if I leave?
Hoe
Who are you, without me?
Hoe
Is what is and gon' be
Hoe
All of that stressin' is toxic, drop it
You remindin' me of Drake wit' a Stan
Stalkin' The Gram
Checkin' the comments, plottin'
Not makin' you any profit, nonsense
All of your friends just gossip, stop it
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout
All of them bitches so all of 'em bitchin', I get it
But fuck what they barkin' 'bout
I show how the game is played
You know I'm LeBron wit' the fadeaway
We already bumpin' the 808s
Don't get your heart broken like Ye, today; it's Jay

Hoe, you need to focus on me
'Fore your night back at home in the sheets
We could vibe, hit the flo' and be free
Keep your mind off my phone and get peace
Hoe, you need to focus on me
I could take you high like smokin' the tree
Make you touch the sky and go to your peak
Or spend your whole life alone in the streets
Hoe, you need to focus on-

Wrong Things (prod. by Sean J)

Produced by scopebeats
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Jay Wonder
Artwork by Jay Wonder

2024 Self-Conscious

Lyrics:

“Man, I see in ***** ****, the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see it squandering. God dammit, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables, slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate, so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of the history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our Great War is a spiritual war. Our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that, one day, we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.”

Life is like
Takin' trips to the record store
We gaze and sift, but never sure what we checkin' for
And pray we excavate a gem, since the pressure's on
The game is rigged; still play to win, until the seconds gone
But never get the ball
Butt keep the benches warm
Check the score
Drained and finished wit’, you give it in; accept the loss
Pain is imminent; you wish you fit and better formed
I just pour my heart and press record
And my umbrella strong
Through rain and wind, we try and weather storms
But this a tropical depression, dog
It paint a picture of me dead in morgue
He wann' put me on the canvas, but my weapon drawn
And bitch I set it off
I'm just a nerd who's clever wit' verbs and letters
In the compound, puttin' words together
Merge whatever the terms for the perfect rhetoric
Never heard it better than
His verse or sentiments
The hearses, sent 'em in
‘Cause I murk like blur to Earth’s surface blendin’ in
Get church and reverend...

vinyl shopping (track 6) (prod. by scopebeats)

Produced by Sean J
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Jay Wonder
Artwork by Jay Wonder

2025 Self-Conscious

Lyrics:

End of the ship shit
I could never win...
Uh

I could never win
Lose her; I deal wit’ severance
I’m in my head again
I’m stuck in bed again
And the cycle just continue; it’ll never end
My heart broken; it’ll never mend
Keep re-readin’ our old messages
It was better then
I ain’t been lovin’ since
Said forever, but you up and dipped
My world is colorless
I need a mulligan
I fiend for utter bliss
Feelin’ empty as my bucket list
And my stomach is
Crack a bottle, take a dozen swigs
I’m on that fuck it shit
And the government
So now I’m gettin’ high enough to duck and touch a blimp
I’m just tryna feel something
Other than pain
Black cloud hover got me covered in rain
Dumb and ashamed
Struggle wit’ change
Since you been gone; that’s Kelly Clarkson
Nothin’ the same
Drake
Self-destructive behavior; bro Electrode
Got me feeling lower than this death scroll
Depths grow, tryna catch ghosts
Then, I regret mo’
I can’t remember what I’m even on the net fo’
I got the best hold
I gotta let go
Forget closure, get over and step forward
Neck sore as strep throat ‘cause my head low, ‘fore the end close in
Six under; that’s a 10-4 then

breakupblues (prod. by Sean J)

Produced by Yung K & PlanetJayR
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Jay Wonder
Artwork by Jay Wonder

2025 Self-Conscious

Lyrics:

Yeah
Uh

Bad bitch shake it on me
Lil’ drunk, so she hold me
White girl; it’s snowy
Chloe
Chloe
Got my foot up on the gas
240 on the dash
And the whip nice when you ridin’ wit’ a princess in the pass
Chloe
Chloe
Chloe
Chloe
Chloe
Chloe
Chloe
Chloe
Got a bag; that’s Chloe
On her glasses, Chloé
All her fashion Chloé
And she bad; that’s Chloe

Shorty a boss; I’m her manager
No OnlyFans; I’m a fan of her
We take a shot on her camera
Love how I handle her
Way that she ride it take stamina
And she never fucked wit’ a nigga, but got her fuckin’ wit’ me
Never got a tat, but I might get her name tatted on me
She the baddest, on me
Need the gas; I’m on E
All her tops get stacks (why?)
Big titties, that’s racks
Sit pretty, no cap
Sit pretty, no lap
Need you to get wit’ me so we could win biggie
No Diddy; we litty; put city on map
I’m lickin’ the cat
Got her purrin’ all on me
Sparks fly like stormy
Heart eyes like Chloé
Heart eyes like emoji
Don’t say that you want me
I told her show me
Come put it on me
Treat me like cake on your birthday and blow me
Know you the 1-o'-1 like Zoey, yup

Bad bitch shake it on me
Lil’ drunk, so she hold me
White girl; it’s snowy
Chloe
Chloe
Got my foot up on the gas
240 on the dash
And the whip nice when you ridin’ wit’ a princess in the pass
Chloe
Chloe
Chloe
Chloe
Chloe
Chloe
Chloe
Chloe
Got a bag; that’s Chloe
On her glasses, Chloé
All her fashion Chloé
And she bad; that’s Chloe

chloe (prod. by Yung K & PlanetJayR)

Produced by Sean J
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Jay Wonder
Artwork by Andréa Boloch

2025 Self-Conscious

STREAM ON SPOTIFY, APPLE MUSIC, & MORE HERE: ffm.to/theheadlesshorseman

Lyrics:

Been tryn’ figure where my mind at
Late nights, I can’t find that
Shit is flyin’; where the time at?
Wishin’ I could rewind back
The horse that I ride black
To figure where my mind at
Late nights, I can’t find that
Shit is flyin’; where the time at?
Wishin’ I could rewind back
The horse that I ride black
To figure where my mind at

That’s why that
Hoe who givin’ head tempt me
Every night, I go to bed empty
Sleepy Hollow
Pray that I could rest in peace tomorrow
Weep these sorrows
Any time I try to flee, it follows
Wallow
I can’t escape the fog
My phone ring, but I ain’t takin’ calls
I just been takin’ losses
Every choice I make is wrong
Like talkin’ to the audience, I wanna break a wall
Chris Jericho
Hysterical
Think I need six Seroquel to make shit bearable
It’s terrible
I swear I hear voices
But no one around
I hit rock bottom
Then I went underground
Get so high I’m never comin’ down
Runneth o’er my cup and drown
Buggin’ out
I’ll never make my mother proud
Ask myself where the growth at
I’m on my BoJack wit’ no cap

Tryn’ figure where my mind at
Late nights, I can’t find that
Shit is flyin’; where the time at?
Wishin’ I could rewind back
The horse that I ride black
To figure where my mind at
Late nights, I can’t find that
Shit is flyin’; where the time at?
Wishin’ I could rewind back
The horse that I ride black
To figure where my-

the headless horseman (prod. by Sean J)

Produced by randomblackdude
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Jay Wonder
Artwork by Jay Wonder

2015 Self-Conscious

STREAM ON SPOTIFY, APPLE MUSIC, & MORE HERE: https://ffm.to/thecenterofsolace

COP "THE CENTER OF SOLACE" MERCH HERE: https://selfconsciousthreads.com/

Lyrics:

And if it's like that the whole time
If it's like that the whole time, we'll be alright
I stayed up all night, but it's alright
And if it's like that the whole time, we'll be alright
I stayed up all night, but it's alright
And I done stayed up the whole night, but it's alright

It's me and my nibblin' conscience
Nigga, I'm fixin' to give up
I been alone for the longest
It's trouble the way that we joggin'
Nothin' gon' save us or stop us
Me and my nibblin' conscience
Nigga, I'm fixin' to give up
I been alone for the longest

It's just me and my thoughts wit'
Nobody
I'm trapped in The Matrix, baskin' in fakeness; need to chat wit' some agents
Over wine glasses and steak and grasp an arrangement
I only cypher 'cause I want a way out
But I won't happen to make it
Blasted by a tank; it's war here
And I'm not The One
The forgotten son, so a dark night
I'm Bruce Wayne
Black sheep of The White family
Papa-abandoned
He wasn't there for me
Carelessly parenting, apparently
Man, it's deep
Sanity ran and flee like dog, shit is buggin' me
Ugly, so I hide my face
And hide away where my momma stay
I pray I die today
She wann' kick me out
I wann' find a place
But no means, so I just hibernate
Pack the bags under my eyes; I'm trippin'
Said goodbye to visions
I'm tired of this shit
Goonie bought a new whip
I ain't jealous of his car, but I envy his drive
I'm feelin' heavy inside
I'm unproductive, deterioratin', goin' stir-crazy
Some reluctance, fear, and impatience
First Lady is missin'
Way in the distance
Probably taken; a Mrs.
Or datin' a nigga
Heart vacant; she's smitten
See her face in them pictures
Fuck it, though
And fuck a hoe, if I can't fuck a hoe
Fuckin' hoe
I'm feelin' depressed
I'm feelin' the stress
I'm feelin' the weight
I'm feelin' regret
But it's back to the music
Though there's times when I wanna turn my back to the music
'Cause it's hassle to do it
I get passed and pursue it and stay focused
Even when you think no one see you, some take notice
Self-conscious
Physical and mental health problems
Bloggin', from the center of solace

It's me and my nibblin' conscience...

the center of solace feat. earl sweatshirt

Just a quick lil' freestyle... beat was crazy.

Produced by Kaelin Ellis
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Jay Wonder
Artwork by Jay Wonder

2025 Self-Conscious

FREE DOWNLOAD: https://jaywonder.bandcamp.com/track/dear-spring

Lyrics:

Dear Spring,
Do you got room witcha?
If I could get my money up, can I rent a room witcha?
Last year, my best friend got married and groomed witcha
Maybe I’ll Kawhi and Paul George when they moved, get a
Pair of these new clippers
Stare-at-the-roof wisher
Talk to God; pray that I’ll be bearin’ the fruition
Talk to moms; sayin’, “dammit, what we gon’ do witcha?”
Deal with this depression, all I care is to snooze, SZA
No cuttin’ sleep
Cup is steep wit’ that Resident Evil 2 liquor
Shit, I might need a new liver
Callin’ happiness; wishful thinkin’ my mood pick up
Dr. Manhattan shit wit’ Eiffel 65 playin’; I’m blue, nigga
Langston and Howard, our hues differ
I could cool witcha just to heat up the cool witcha
Learn somethin’ new witcha like I went to school and grew witcha
Other words, do you think I could bloom witcha?
Just lemme know

Dear.Spring. (prod. by Kaelin Ellis)

2016 Self-Conscious

Lyrics:

My people movin'
...week or two, then I'll be on the st-

Yeah

My people movin'
If I don't get my shit together in a week or two, then I'll be on the street and snoozin'
Wish my dreams was lucid
I'm feelin' like a nigga wit' attitude, how they tryin' to police the music
I can't cease to do it
My beliefs are stupid
And they never been great, so what they speak is useless
Say they concerned about me
They worried 'bout me
They disappointed in me
But who appointed 'em point of 'em feelin' any sorta way towards him?
Their weight's annoying
They fake and they display ignorance
They don't know me to love me
They don't know me to judge me
They don't know what it feels like to be broken and ugly
Low in the mud, lonely, hopeless and hungry
I wish it wasn't everybody's main goal to get money
But I'm stoic among 'em
I don't show 'em no struggle
Voices in my head holdin' discussion; then, hold him and clutch him
I think I'm goin' crazy
Fightin' myself like I'm Tyler Durden, mind's berserk and, inside, I'm hurtin'
I'm a long way from where I used to be
Never thought I'd see a future me
Think of my youth and grieve
I'm with the youth in glee
Passin' lessons to adolescents wit' passion who talent blessed, but lack direction
I'm here to give it to 'em
Vicariously livin' through 'em
To kick the truth and get recruited as a big influence to a kid improvin' is a thing of beauty
Their success is mine
If they're oppressed, then I
Am too
I can't move and we just wanna make a path to roam, leadin' to a happy home
Tragic knowin' that I'll never have my own
I'm that alone
I'm just a sucker wit' no self-esteem
So I lack offspring like no summer
And I'm back blogging on my Tumblr
Fuck what cats all thinkin'; it's Wonder
Pull up google.com, search for validation
If I had a therapist, I'd be his saddest patient
But even he couldn't help me
It's deeper than that
Deeper than rap
I'm in a legion of crap
All while crooks wit' handguns robbin' niggas of freedom
Problem is, they got a badge too
Racism isn't taboo
We got criminals who stab, shoot
Too many people who don't have food
Et cetera
Young Natalie Imbruglia; I'm torn between a lotta shit
Self-conscious, overconfidence
Obsession or detachment
Progress or goin' backwards
Struggle wit' 'try harder' and 'why bother?'
Feelin' like the damage is done
And it's no use, so I diss ability
Real niggas feelin' me
I wish I didn't have the pain
Put a barrel to my head and really scatter brain

Somewhere, I'm not
Scatterbrain
Somewhere, I'm not
Scatterbrain
Lightning fuse, power cut
Scatterbrain

Scatterbrain

OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXXMMiEh7Eo

2017 Self-Conscious

The Heart, Part 4 Ways (prod. by Syk Sense & Axl Folie)

Produced by Sherloc Magico
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Jay Wonder
Artwork by @molly-ringworm

2018 Self-Conscious

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Lyrics:

I been alone like.. bitch, how you still owe me money?
Getcha dough right.. bro might get a mill so you love me
Spit it so nice.. polite like saber with rhymes
How we mismatch.. shit that's.. Sager wit' a tie
You a angel in my eyes, while I'm fightin' these demons
Write to defeat 'em; nights spent in dreamin' you layin' at my side; I
Swear I don't need you.. but I really want that
Dumb fat.. make me put your lips where my tongue at
Munch cat
It's a sad story, how you bad for me
Now, bein' me is my hardest regret
Got me ticked off like a sick dog at a vet
And I'm Big Sean wit' a hit song for his chick, aw
Jhené Aikflow
It's a thin line between bein' amazin' and crazy; I walk a tightrope
I don't like to gamble, but, for you, I let the dice roll
How you turn me down wit' a smile, baby, you ice cold
Type broke.. heart a keyboard can't put in rice, no
Knocked me out the sky; now, Captain Murphy just fly low
Tired of it all; you gave me reason to fight fo'
Feelin' like I'm livin' to die and that's just how life go
You ruined a nigga.. your face and your beautiful figure
And your cuticles did up
Your high taste like the munchies after sushi for dinner
You doin' it.. I just wanted to be doin' it witcha
Congruent the scriptures; I'm viewin' your picture
Girl, you killed me quick.. wit' no heart; that's a funeral insta..ntly
You share 'cause it's plenty and, dammit, I envy
I met loneliness; we shook hands when you left me
Be your man, if you let me.. wouldn't dare to select me
Offend me, it doesn't; it's nothin' 'cause there's better boys
Still buggin' deep down; I got my head to sort
I know there's a deeper meaning why I met her for
Jennifer Lawrence; it's fuck your ex-man and you got mystique to you
But I see through you
X-rayed it, but we ain't sex makin' and that's how she do you
Can't speak to you; instead, I creep Google to
Understand that.. you are just a shallow bitch
That is just how it is; perhaps I'm a masochist
That's why this shit is happenin' to me
I get why you on them and iggin' me, she a wack nigga groupie
Never had it; I was lookin' for love and saw potential in ya
But I see that in every girl; you far from special, nigga
I'm the man you shoulda fucked wit'
Now, when I glo up.. shit is like an alien abduction; I'm gone
I would send you hi's just to try and balance out the lows
I'll be in the sky while you cry and pout about the flow
Wanna feel alive, deep inside, but I'm dead to you though
Tired of holdin' on to nothin'; guess I'm lettin' you go

Jhené Aikflow (prod. by Sherloc Magico)

Produced by @hamzah-zulqadar
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Jay Wonder
Artwork by Jay Wonder

2019 Self-Conscious

STREAM ON SPOTIFY, APPLE MUSIC, & MORE HERE: hyperurl.co/dont-fall-in-love
VISUAL TEASER: https://www.instagram.com/p/B8iQdjkhw65/

Lyrics:

Oh, word? You got a man now? (word?)
That's wassup, so I stand down (down)
Kick back, vibe wit' the snare and frown (uh)
Think if it played out in different ways
Driftin' away
Only wanted the attention I paid, tsss
Thanks, you made me feel alone at least (thank you)
Need a return on that investment I spent emotionally (give that back)
Always waited for my phone to beep
To see your name and ease the pain; it never came; my brethren, save yourself

Save yourself from falling in love
Save yourself from falling in love
Don't fall for her; don't fall in love
With things she do; no thing for you

Yo (yo).. me and I bump heads like acne
Wish you didn't attract me
Other hand, just wanna have she (be happy)
I'm crushin' on you, while some nigga smashin'
This is madness
Sadistic, while I'm just the saddest.. uh
I know that you too good for me anyways
Clouded by the darkness, so I couldn't see better days (where they at?)
It's hard enough to live without you, then forget about you
But heartbreak make your art great.. if you survive it

Save yourself from falling in love
Save yourself from falling in love
Don't fall for her; don't fall in love
With things she do; no thing for you

don't fall in love (prod. by hamzah)

Produced by Yusei
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Jay Wonder
Artwork by Jay Wonder

2020 Self-Conscious

STREAM ON SPOTIFY, APPLE MUSIC, & MORE HERE: smarturl.it/never-knows-best

Lyrics:

'body is a wannabe, here
I asked God
Asked God
Yeah

I'on' wanna be here
Everybody is a wannabe, here
I asked God for him to send us prayers
It's doggy style how this life fuckin' me
How I end up here?
Thinkin' this is insane
They ballin', while I slept on a bench
Knew I wouldn't get in the game
Picturin' fame, no paparazzi
Picture in frame, no paparazzi
Thinkin' of days when momma got me
See, my brain is troubled
I shoulda been behin' a desk, a cup of Joe, every morning
For these academics that's complex; now, instead, every day a struggle
Weight is heavy; I might strain a muscle
This a bench press
Wit' thin pecs and no spot for me, here, since all my friends left
I got a friend left
For me, he stand in the rain
But I'on' wanna take advantage of James
Manage the pain and play it cool
I think it's funny, him and Drake, they got the same views
They over they city
I'm rollin' in pity
Hold shit against me
Be the worst, late at night, when the loneliness hit me; I'm
Uninspired, when I need it the most
I'm fuckin' tired of believin' to "no's"
Could touch the highest, but I be at my lowest
I run through fire, just to breathe in the smoke
As of late, I ain't been feelin' shit
Especially the new niggas in rap you niggas be sayin' killin' it
Constant motion; I wonder how I still exist
Vagabond; path I'm on is village-less
Yeah
Searchin' for paradise
All he gave me was a pair of dice
I roll snake eyes
Success and I never linkin', so I take 5
And I ain't gotta look on the map to see you state lies
I tell 'em the truth
They don't listen, so what the hell is a fella to do?
Closer to the edge I stand, then the better the view
I met the devil; he's a hell of a dude
Damn
All he tryn' do is part us
I hate livin' in this red, white, blue, and orange
Try and get green
Rid of the black
Death in a movie; I would die to get seen, but this isn't a act
I hate TV shows
Life is rarely what the TV shows
They stream now; no one see these flows
I cry privately, inscribe diaries; it's psychiatry
Inside, hide it deep, until the day divine hires me
I lost money, actin' like I had it
They saw ugly, anytime I tried to strike as attractive, so I'm
Resentin' my place; a desolate jail
Leather, the face; a feather to scales; I whether the hail
But lessen in faith; professor is hell
Accepted my fate
Destined to fail; I'll never prevail
Know my role, play the game, when I'm questin' for you
I got a question for you
Do you think about me?
'Cause you never hit me up
You don't care that I'm left for dead
The way you turned on me illegal how you leave a nigga left on read
Take a walk in my shoes
I'm tryn' touch your soul
I don't think the Earth flat, but it's fuck the globe
'member back when Goonie had large dreams wit' guitar strings
Then he got up in a broad's jeans
It's over

Jay Wonder

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