When you told me last minute you put this track on the album, I screamed

JEGthePoet presents: s o w h a t  ?
an album for the people and the ghost in the walls. 

1. PSYCHOSIS (prod. Spelling)
2. FACT OF THE META (𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖉. 𝕬𝖚𝖉-𝖃)
3. DELPHIC (prod. Vic Grimes)
4. ENIGMA (prod. Scarlet RoZe X 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖉. 𝕬𝖚𝖉-𝖃)
5. HOLD UP (prod. 47 Quid)
6. SADDLE (prod. FMRadio)
7. LATE AT NIGHT (prod By. Scarlet RoZe)
8. OPEN FRIDGE FREESTYLE (𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖉. 𝕬𝖚𝖉-𝖃)


Written and performed by: Jeg , and Psychosis Ghost. 

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47 Quid: https://youtube.com/channel/UCD68IzYbLH_QmGyneUeIVaA


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SPELLING- “Little Deer” https://youtu.be/yACWrKIKeMs

FMRadio- “Ghost” https://youtu.be/7Q6fHeJHahg

Vic Grimes - “Boxcutter” https://youtu.be/zFkc_FOpR5o

47 Quid- “SUNSHINE” https://youtu.be/jzBwJdO3yyU

LATE AT NIGHT (prod By. Scarlet RoZe)

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Produced by: 808fxri & Yeezo

Lyrics:

Yeah, what's good?

I'm getting real tired of our talks
Grabbing at straws and downing all these shots
And you can pick your fights
And I'll pick up your calls
But when it gets bright
You've put back up your walls!

You don't know the half of it
You don't know what's good if it stared you in the face
And I'm real tired of playing these games, yeah

You make the fall worth it
You make me want to quit
And I don't know what's good if
You're this bad and I'm this bad for you!

Admit it, I look good when I'm fucked up
And when I've had my fun, I want to sober up
But when you sit and call me
And when you're cup gets empty
I want to throw my car keys
And down another cup!

Why'd you only call me you're drunk? (skrrt)
Why'd I only call you when I'm sunk?
This game that we play is just fantasy
So tell me honestly, baby

And I miss the real me!
I miss the real me!
The one that lives rent-free
The one that won't leave you

And I want the real you!
I want the real you!
The one that wants me too
The one that ain't see-through

Drunken thoughts lead to pillow talks
And all I want are the pillow thoughts
Not the drunken talks, not the dro and shots
No connect-the-dots, yeah

(Yuh, yuh!)
All of these wounds but I don't really feel them anymore
All of these wounds but I refuse to leave or shut the door
Issues I can't handle healthily, or mentally
Coping with my ex is with the sex, so let it be
Bygones be bygones is what I'm trying to dwell on
But for this night you and I'm on some of type of love story gone wrong
But I don't mind when you bite on my lips and take off your nylons
But once the moon sets can we not keep this undone, baby?

And I miss the real me!
I miss the real me!
The one that lives rent-free
The one that won't leave you

And I want the real you!
I want the real you!
The one that wants me too
The one that ain't see-through

The Real Us (Remastered)

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Produced by: veerkho$la

Lyrics:

Almost at the top
Don't let the bomb drop
(Volatile)
Almost at the top
(I live for style)
Don't let the bomb drop
(Volatile)
Almost at the top
(It's been a while)
Don't let the bomb drop
(Volatile)
Almost at the top
(I live for style)
Don't let the bomb drop (yuh, yuh!)

(Is that Veer on the track?)

Volatile like a soothsayer
I'ma fuckin' ball player
Crawled my way up, now I'm at the top, yuh
Dabbled in a bit of this and that
All my haters gave me crap (yeah, yeah)
Now I give LeBron the dap, player! (yeah, yeah, yeah!)

I don't brag about it, but I'm toxic, when I'm in the match
And I don't talk about it, till I got it, till I catch the cash
And I went onto music, when I lose it, I go volatile!

Yuh
I search for peace, I try find it through the fuckin' violence
I'm off the dro so I don't really know just where my mind is
To me the music only thing that get me so delighted
Half these niggas ain't believe at me, they laughed and chided (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Flow it go super so I keep a cape and these niggas stay lookin' sidekicks! (yeah!)
Shoes like a hooper, I watch 'em go crazy when all of my shots from the line hit! (yeah!)
Never forget when I was just a jit, gotta rep for my pride like a lion! (okay!)
Thought I was shit, thought I wasn't legit, so I had to keep pushin' like linemen! (uh!)
Niggas was hatin', they didn't respect me
I had to go crazy, give order of pecking
You niggas is trippin' if you think you'll check me
They wavin' a flag, now I'm callin' 'em Betsy! (callin' 'em Betsy)
Look at the past, reach for the cash
Reach for the bag, reach for the hefty (reach for the hefty)
You cannot best me
(Bitch!)

My parents ain't approve much
For straight A's, I just skip lunch
Woke up every night with night terrors, I did too much
Summers gone by too quick
I'm downin' all my Nesquik (up, down)
(down!)
Downin' on my mood, had to get out, and just to prove it

I remember you is a common street bitch, you a rank and file
And I don't know who chooses, who wins and loses, but I live for style
And I went onto music, when I lose it, I go volatile!

Glass shatters
Dark matter (yuh)
You don't matter
Own mind cut inside like a fuckin' dagger (fuckin' dagger)
Once modest now a fuckin' bragger (fuckin' bragger)
Brag about me if you doubt me
Then you cannot be around me
Voices in my head is shoutin'
Yeah, it's gettin' kinda cloudy
Man, it's gettin' kinda hot
'Cause I just stirred the pot
Hoppers gonna blow
Don't let the bomb drop
Don't let the bomb drop
Don't let the bomb drop! (yuh!)

Am I just livin' life in the fast lane? (life in the fast lane)
Have I moved on and lost all of my pain? (lost all of my pain)
Will I still be the kid that I once was? (kid that I once was)
Did I forgot to lose and to love (ooh)

Will I bring my own fam in the end zone?
Will I leave all the trauma that I owned? (I'm tired of this shit)
When will I start to act the way I've grown? (grow the fuck up)
And will I go on to leave all that I've known?

I don't brag about it, but I'm toxic, when I'm in the match
And I don't talk about it, till I got it, till I catch the cash
And I went onto music, when I lose it, I go volatile

Volatile (Remastered) (with darwin!)

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Produced by: veerkho$la

Lyrics:

(Is that Veer on the track?)

Push me over the edge
Drownin' in my demons
Drinkin' all my feelings away
Push me over the edge
Nothing to hold onto
Givin' up, I can't move, stay dead

And I hurt you, felt you slippin' away
And I never meant to lose you this way
But I own it, onus, and I won't complain
Anymore, evermore, anymore, evermore
Anymore, evermore, anymore, I once swore

Look, no reflection in the mirror
Eyes is getting blurry
Need a bae to be my healer (healer)
The day that may appear
I make it clear that I can't stop
Amongst my pain, it's all the same
So I'm bleeding to the top, yuh! (to the top)

Push me over the edge
Drownin' in my demons
Drinkin' all my feelings away
Push me over the edge
Nothing to hold onto
Givin' up, I can't move, stay dead

I'ma fuck around, call that healin’ (healin’!)
And I'ma renegade, I'm just dreamin' (dreamin’!)
Sound all the alarms, there's a demon (demon!)
Kneeling on the ground, I'm just Neil and
I just got a feeling that
I won't budge!
Till my head
Hits the ground!
Till I'm dead
And I won't budge till my dead
Says they're proud in the end and-

I’on have no ice but I think one day it is feasible
Cynical, these niggas actin' like I cannot see the bull!
I can't trust nobody, give a push, these niggas never pull!
Look at the abyss, I might just jump in like a swimming pool!
Drownin' in my thoughts! (yuh)
Head coming apart! (yuh!)
Headphones keep me taught
It's just passion that I sought! (yuh!)
Give my life a purpose
Some days I feel that I'm worthless
Hurtin' 'cause I'm just a urchin
But at least I'm out here workin'
People always like to beg, but what they know about deservin'? (what do they know?)
Deeper in my head, I be thinking 'bout desertin' (damn!)
Asking all these questions like what for and is it worth it?
But I can't leave my homies
So I get right back to workin’!

Push me over the edge
Drownin' in my demons
Drinkin' all my feelings away
Just fell over the edge
Sinkin' till I can't move
Runnin' in the sand dunes, stay dead

Buried in the sands (in sands)
I can't make up my mind
Bury me and then (then what?)
I'll see if my soul's fine
Carry me a new body one more time (one more time, yeah!)
Ignite the embers and set my soul on fire (put it to the test, yeah!)

Put it to the test, what it feels like to hurt you!
Put it to the test, does it hurt me to hurt you?
I just hurt myself, at what cost do I pay dues?
Deeper goes the dagger in my heart, cuts are see-through!

Neil, Young Neil, and Darwin, you feel, yuh
Neil, Young Neil, and Darwin, you feel, yuh

Abyssal (Remastered) (with darwin!)

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Produced by: p4ra

Lyrics:

(It’s not my fault, I swear!)

When will you learn?
Some crowns are made of thorns

You've been putting out my fires
And I've been talking in my sleep
Just admit that I'm a liar!
(Get rid of me!)
These days our mistakes don't come as cheap
And I can feel your health expire
Unless you rid yourself of me!
(One, two, three, four!)
(Please!)

It's not my fault, I swear!
It's part of me, my dear!
Ooh (my dear, my dear)
Ooh (I swear, I swear)

It's not your fault, I swear!
This cross is mine to bear!
Ooh (my dear, my dear)
Ooh (I swear, I swear)

Corrosive love ain't got no time to die
Been sinking ships, no time to bide
Just put me down
Don't mourn me now
I'm begging you
(Don't help me!)

Good for your health (yeah)
Bad for your mind (yeah)
Bred by design
To kill you inside
I'm stabbing your lungs
Then asking what's wrong while you're coughing up blood

It's not my fault, I swear!
It's part of me, my dear!
Ooh (my dear, my dear)
Ooh (I swear, I swear)
It's not your fault, I swear!
This cross is mine to bear!
(Tetsuo!)

TETSUO (Remastered)

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Produced by: JTM Beats

Lyrics:

Livin’ it up, livin’ it up (now)
Livin’ it up, livin’ it up (now)
Livin’ it up, livin’ it up (now)
Livin’ it up, livin’ it up

Summer friends, man, I'd like to give it a chance
Been living life on my toes like it's a dance
Soft serve Freddy's
Whiskey in the levee
And I ain't ready
For what's to come and what the future holds in advance
But that's alright, and I'm all good, man
'Cause with the palm trees and a sun tan
It's already vacation
It's RGV vacation, yeah

Livin’ up, catchin’ up, pop a pack of Trulys (Trulys)
Livin’ up, catchin’ up, the rest is kinda blurry (blurry)
I'm lovin’ me, and so do you, I hope (I hope, I hope)

Livin’ up, catchin’ up, pop a pack of Trulys (Trulys)
Livin’ up, catchin’ up, the rest is kinda blurry (blurry)
I'm lovin’ me, and so do you, I hope (I hope, I hope)

Yeah, look
I'm just floatin'
Wallet gettin’ bigger, it's bloatin’
I'm just copin'
Throwin’ up off of smokey potion (damn)
I be hopin'
When I make it that I don't blow it (yuh)
Overshow it
Plant the seed, please don't overgrow it (overgrow)
The shapes are right for the first time, I think (I think)
See it when I'm high, it is all gone within a blink (a blink)
Rolling up inside a rink
I know the fam won't let me sink
And if I drown, then it's okay
'Cause I done seen like everything (really?)
Nah (hm), just everything I need to (yuh)
One thing about life is that there's patterns you can see through
But don't you dare believe that you can see through all these people (nah)
When the vibes are right, I laugh and know is there is no equal (nah, nah)

Livin’ up, catchin’ up, pop a pack of Trulys (Trulys)
Livin’ up, catchin’ up, the rest is kinda blurry (blurry)
I'm lovin’ me, and so do you, I hope (I hope, I hope)

Livin’ up, catchin’ up, pop a pack of Trulys (Trulys)
Livin’ up, catchin’ up, the rest is kinda blurry (blurry)
I'm lovin’ me, and so do you, I hope (I hope, I hope)

Welcome home, papi, that's what it says on the cake
I'm probably gonna film a bit and get fucking baked
I used to be on that Choi shit
Then up on that Song shit
Now these days I get lit
Been wantin' a Fitbit
Moonlit dinners, been on many dates
And since last summer, my ex and I hate each other
Real fake lovers unless in the covers
What the fuck did we have in common?
Apart from the ramen and chocolate toppings at the frozen yogurt place
Man, I miss that, and I can kiss that
Goodbye, sayonara
Dry spell, Sahara, damn

Water bottle gravity
Soon we'll do it lavishly (what?)
Questionin' my sanity (yeah)
The answers right front of me (right in front)
There are things that only I can see
For the time I be
Living as if only I can see
Wavy like the sea
Won't you vibe with me?
Ride with me
Don't you lie to me
You can't hide from me
Can't you see what that really means?
We could be a team
Shooting stars the way we gleam 
When we find something to lean on life could be a dream, yuh

(Ayo)
Li- li- li- life could be a dream
When we find something to lean on life could be a dream
(Ayo)
Li- li- li- life could be a dream
When we find something to lean on life could be a dream

Livin’ it up, livin’ it up
Livin’ it up, livin’ it up
Livin’ it up, livin’ it up
Livin’ it up, livin’ it up

RGVacation (Remastered) (ft. darwin!)

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Produced by: JINDO

Lyrics:

Faded
Maybe
I’m saving myself (savin’ myself)
Maybe (red on my chest)

Tell me if my hands are broken
Tell me if they’re too damn red
Tell me if I’m losing blood and will I ever break this trend?
Red on my shirt matches all the shades of you
And when will I know when my ego’s black and blue?

Wesh lorsqu’on saisit chagrin d’amitié (ah ouais)
C’est plus claire maintenant c’que jai fais qui vous a fait flippé (oh non!)
Connasse, ouais j’me suis comportée comme une connasse (ah oui!)
Ça valait pas la peine d’adorer tout ça
Maintenant on tourne (tourne), on tourne (tourne), on tourne en rond
J’me suis dis Neal (Neal), Neal (merde) vas y rentre merde
Mais y’a ma con (con) science (science) qui m’fais passée un sale quart d’heure oh

Tell me if my hands are broken
Tell me if they’re too damn red
Tell me if I’m losing blood and will I ever break this trend?
Red on my shirt matches all the things I do
Dirtied up now, will I ever start to prove?
Red on my face matches all the love I’d lose
Broken and bruised, have you ever understood?

Pourquoi t’es si différent comparé à la dernière fois (à la vache)
Tu m’as donné donné de l’espoir
J’comprends pas c’que j’ai fait de mal
Moi j’me disais qu’au fond t’étais tout sauf archi-clôturé (mais il est fou lui!)
Mais maintenant j’suis sous l’impression que c’était prématuré

Tell me if my heart is broken 
(My heart is broken)
Tell me if it’s too damn red
(I’m falling)
Tell me if I’m losing blood and will I ever tell my friends

Red on my chest, now the blood is seeping through
(Red on my chest)
Bloodied up now, will I ever start to do
(Bloodied up now)
The right thing

Faded
Though my lips are bitter tender so now
Maybe
I can slow down and count to ten but for now I’m
Saving
My breath for when I’m finally sober and I’m happy

Catharsis (ft. SOPH)

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Produced by: veerkho$la

Lyrics:

(Ayo)

(Two left turns and I crash the party)
(Hydroplane to the after party)

(Ayo)

(Rev it up, rev it up, rev it up) (skrrt)
(Yeah, yeah)

(Two left turns and I crash the party)
(Hydroplane to the after party)

(I’m hydroplanin’ this bitch, motherfu-)

Two left turns did I miss the exit?
Fuck rerouting, I'ma move the backseat
Foot on the pedal, foot off the brake
Hand on the metal, Pepto-Bismol heartache
Damn, almost hit the bases
Hydroplanin' now, gotta hit my stasis
Rocket-powered weed gonna make me sneeze
Mama, mama, mama, can you take my keys? (rev it up)

Flashin’ lights with my foot on the gas
And I almost hit a citizen, I’m goin’ too fast, yeah

Two left turns did I miss the exit?
Fuck rerouting, I'ma move the backseat
Foot on the pedal, foot off the brake
Hand on the metal, Pepto-Bismol heartache

Tell me if I'm fucking crazy
If I am, I'm maybe
Playing with some
Chem-i-cals!

Ask me if I missed the exit
Driving on a cesspit
Falling into
Hy-dro-plan-ing!

Can you fucking come and save me?
If you can't, then baby
I'm ingesting
Chem-i-cals!

Why’d I fucking miss the exit?
Call my death poetic
Swerving into
Hy-dro-plan-ing!

Yo, watchin’ my mind blow
Blam, hit the silo
Head on the dash, when you drive, finna lag load
Dad knows when you drive, feeling lag load
Death be my eyes as he sees where my mind goes
Damn, and you know where that gets you
(Know where that gets you)
And you know where that gets you

Two left turns did I miss the exit?
Fuck rerouting, I'ma move the backseat
Foot on the pedal, foot off the brake
Hand on the metal, Pepto-Bismol heartache

Damn, gotta tie my laces (yeah, yeah)
Hydroplaning now, I just hit the bassist (rev it up) (woah)
Rocket-powered weed gonna make me sneeze
Mama, mama, mama, can you take my keys? (don’t slow down)

Oh, mama, mama, mama, can you take my keys?
Oh, mama, mama, mama, can you hold me, please?
Oh, drama, drama, drama, and I cannot stand it
Take my llama, llama, llama, put it in a trunk, uh

I can’t even breathe
I can’t even seize the means of coming from that dark place
Devil watchin’ me bleed
I’m fightin’ like Creed till my head go hit the pavement
I’m drowning in my vices, bitch
What’s the statement? 
(What!)
(What!)

Eyes go blind
And I’m finna run it up
Wanna know what’s on my mind?
Here, let me sum it up
(Sum it up!)

Speed it up, speed it up, yeah!
(Speed it up, bitch)
Speed it up, hydroplaning!
(Speed it up, speed it up, bitch)

Speed it up, speed it up, yeah!
(Speed it up, speed it up, bitch)
Speed it up, now you're drifting!
(Speed it up, speed it up, bitch)

(Rev up, speed up!)
Speed it up, speed it up, yeah!
(Speed it up, speed it up, bitch!)
(Live fast, die young!)
Speed it up, hydroplaning!
(Speed it up, speed it up, bitch!)

(Rev up, speed up!)
Speed it up, speed it up, yeah!
(Speed it up, speed it up, bitch!)
(Live fast, die young!)
Speed it up, now you're drifting!
(Speed it up, speed it up, bitch!)

(Rev up, speed up!)
Speed it up, speed it up, yeah!
(Speed it up, speed it up, bitch!)
(Live fast, die young!)
Speed it up, hydroplaning!
(Speed it up, speed it up, bitch!)

HYDROPLANE REDUX (ft. JEGthePoet & Quavø The $auce God)

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Produced by: idly blare

Lyrics:

(Message deleted)

Yo, Simon, Simon, I bet you won’t climb that ladder, mate!
Bet you won’t climb it!

Blimey hell I will!

Ohh!

Jackets and Smarties stored in the pockets of my cubbies 
I remember when your contact name was still Honey
Honey and rye pair with the juice box inside
My mama’s way of love was makin’ me some blueberry cookies, yuh

Should I count my blessings if I want the same love?
Should I call you more to feel all of the same drugs?
Should I play in mud to soak up in the same tub?
Or should I wash the dishes so my ma gives more hugs?

You ain't never ran fast
But that’s enough (that’s enough)
Not the coolest bag
It holds your books (holds your books)
You ain't never ran fast
But that’s enough (that’s enough)
Not the coolest bag
It holds your books (holds your books)

Shared with you, my yoga mat
After, I ain't want it back
Still a li’l pissed, but now they ask me how I dealt with that, uh
Really, I didn't 
Inside, I just said I get it
They never get it, I misfit
Sometimes I just wanna quit it
But the view is worth the mile (worth the) 
Headaches from the frown (from the) 
Looking past the pain
It can still hurt to smile (hurt to smile)
Used to fear the rain
Now I plead once a while (once a while)
I ain't got it figured out
But that's okay, it's just my style

Psh, yeah, I was a talkative tot
Breakin’ the rules, and coppin’ toys and whanot
And I would turn beet red, the guilt that I was feelin’
But I would cop more toys if it meant that I’d be chillin’
From the pills that I’d be takin’
The smiles that I’m fakin’
Cracks that I’d be makin’
The grass that I’m smokin’, yeah 

Should I count my blessings if I want the same love?
Should I call you more to feel all of the same drugs?
Should I play in mud to soak up in the same tub?
Or should I wash the dishes so my ma gives more hugs?

It's just the way that I be livin’ 
I know nothin’ is certain
I know nothin’s ever given (uh-huh)
Swear I'll find my path, I do not care if it is hidden
And I’ll tell my own tale 
Greatest story ever written

I ain’t really good at this
This whole life thing 
I ain’t really good at this
This whole love thing 
I could get good at this
This whole day by day 
And month by month
Win or lose shit
Hmm, unless worries can give tomorrow’s answers 
Don’t let it get in the way of present peace
Presently, let it be
Let it be the way it be
The way it is, the way you see
The way I see is you gotta breathe
(Just breathe)

Should I count my blessings if I want the same love?
Should I call you more to feel all of the same drugs?
Should I play in mud to soak up in the same tub?
Should I wash the dishes so my ma gives more hugs?
Should I stay a little longer just to catch up?
Should I pick a few flowers or a whole bunch? 
Should I sit with all my friends and try to trade lunch?
Could I fall in love with me to feel the same love?

Why do you have Snapchat?
(What is it?)
The normal Sans!
Doo-doo-doo!

JUNIOR (ft. darwin!)

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SoundCloud (https://soundcloud.com/jindokay)
YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/c/JINDOkay)

Produced by: JINDO

Lyrics:

There are no actors in the film
Every location is real
The facts that will be presented are true
This may be the most startling and controversial film you’ll ever see

How do you know who’s at fault?
(Day after day)
How do you know you’re not lost?
(Day after day)

Fervors of free will
Gods out for the kill
Moments lost in
(Time)
(Time)
(Time)
(Time)
Kingdoms rise and my blood trickles down
Built to last till you’re bored and you’re proud
Symbols die, when they’re gold and unbound
Sacrifice when they’ve gone and earned a crown

How do you know who’s at fault?
(Day after day)
How do you know you’re not lost?
(Day after day)

Raise your glass to the gods of old and entertain them
Follow up with a blood oath, they’ve been waitin’
Slittin’ my throat to the beat of heathen drums ain’t the half of what’ll stop the revolution from above, bitch
A three-sided coin doesn’t change a thing
When devils do the judgin’ after killin’ the king
The devils wrote the stories that you read to bedtime 
So don’t go lookin’ for the Lich King unless you’re itchin’ to die
(Itchin’ to die)
(Itchin’ to die)
(Itchin’ to die)
(Lights out, bitch)

How do you know who?
How do you know who?
How do you know who? (day after day)
How do you know who’s at fault?
How do you know who’s at fault?
(Day after day)
(Day after day)
Know who’s at fault!
(Day after-)

Brain in a bag!
Shake it up till I pass out!
Pan to the left!
Cast dead, cut to FADE OUT!
I just broke a leg!
Who the fuck is my alternate?
Are you shitting me? 
Stunt double, that’s a counterfeit!
Rat in a cage, feed me your lies
(Bitch, I’m fed up!)
Lost in a maze, rip out my eyes
(Bitch, I’m fucked up!)

You look like a good editor
(Woah!)

A Tom Sawyer-typa hero in the modern day, yuh
Gunslingin’ motherfucker, smooth operator
Four-pointed head, demigod resume
Harbinger, my name
Harbinger, my name

Fell hard when the council didn’t fuck with saviors
God complex for an ego-driven megalomania
Me and gang heard the stories of the demon named
Harbinger, my name
Harbinger, my name
(Yuh, yuh!)

How do you know who’s at fault?
(How do you know who’s at fault?)
How do you know you’re not lost?
(How do you know you’re not lost?)

How do you know who’s at fault?
(How do you know who’s at fault?)
How do you know you’re not lost?
(How do you know you’re not lost?)

THE HARBINGER

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Apple Music (https://music.apple.com/us/artist/jindo/1634979501)
SoundCloud (https://soundcloud.com/jindokay)
YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/c/JINDOkay)

Produced by: JINDO

Lyrics:

There are no actors in the film
Every location is real
The facts that will be presented are true
This may be the most startling and controversial film you’ll ever see

How do you know who’s at fault?
(Day after day)
How do you know you’re not lost?
(Day after day)

Fervors of free will
Gods out for the kill
Moments lost in
(Time)
(Time)
(Time)
(Time)
Kingdoms rise and my blood trickles down
Built to last till you’re bored and you’re proud

How do you know who’s at fault?
(Day after day)
(regnibraH)

Oh-oh
Harbinger (Harbinger)
(Woah!)

LATE AT NIGHT (prod By. Scarlet RoZe)

JEGthePoet

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