YOU CAN PLAN A PRETTY PICNIC BUT YOU CAN PREDICT THE WEATHER MS JACKSON

Jealous Sped Up

dark red but its sped up

Ms Jackson Outkast ( sped up tik tok version )

white tee sped up

𝔅𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔷𝔞 𝔵 𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 (𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔭)

uhh ( sped up )

locked out of heaven - bruno mars (sped up + reverb)

love me again sped up

Kid Cudi - Pursuit Of Happiness (Sped up)

Midnight City (𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝)

Just Cant Get Enough (sped Up)

calvin harris - summer (sped up)

We Are The People (Sped up)

com - last friday night sped up

Sex, Drugs, Etc. (sped up)

[ Freestyle by Joey ]

[ Lyrics by $ekHmeT ]

[Intro]  
Florida heat, pill mill streets—  
I walked through the wreckage with scripts in my teeth.  
This ain’t therapy. It’s testimony.

[Verse 1]  
I lived where oxy flowed like holy communion,  
Doctors dealt pills like suburban delusions.  
Pain was currency—sold in amber bottles,  
And every refill was like
Russian roulette with my .38 special

Big Pharma built empires on our withdrawal,  
Then blamed the addicts when the profits got tall.  
I got clean right as fentanyl hit the scene,  
Watched bodies drop like verses in a war machine.  

Florida sun, but the shadows ran deep,  
Pill mills on every block, feeding the beast.  
I was there—when the scripts turned to graves,  
And the DEA played dumb while the networks got paid.

[Verse 2]  
Now it’s Adderall droughts and panic attacks,  
They cut the supply, then gaslight the facts.  
Prescribed since a teen, now I chase my own mind,  
While the shelves stay empty and the headlines lie.  

Xanax for the nights when the silence screams,  
But they ration relief like it’s part of the scheme.  
ADHD ain’t a trend—it’s a war in my skull,  
And the shortage hit hard like a bureaucratic lull.  

They say “just meditate,” 
while my neurons riot,  
And the pharmacy’s closed with a sign that’s quiet.  
This system don’t heal—it just cycles the pain,  
Then sells you a cure with a corporate name.

The melody’s cracked,  
Like the trust I lost in a nation that’s stacked.  
I spit for the ones who detoxed alone,  
Who clawed out of hell with no help, no phone, no hope 

I don’t need pity—I need the truth to detonate,  
Like scripts in a drawer that never alleviate.  
This is America, scripted and sold,  
Where healing’s a privilege and suffering’s gold.  

So I rap like a ledger of pharmaceutical sins,  
Each bar a receipt for the chaos within.  
No hook. No chorus. Just a scalpel in rhyme,  
Cutting through the silence one verse at a time.

[Outro]  
You want closure?  
Start with the truth.  
I lived it. I bled it.  
Now I spit it. 
Don't think it'll ever be over 

Db major, but the soul’s in a minor chord,  
Where the melody mourns what the silence ignored.  
I spit verses like curses on the empire’s name,  
And baptize the beat in revolutionary flame.  

So when I die, don’t mourn—just amplify,  
Let my voice be thing that courses through your veins, that electrifies.  
This is bloodlines and algorithms colliding,  
A true story of my life for the ones who wanna keep surviving.

[Outro]  
No hook. No gimmicks.  
Just truth in rhythm.  
Let the beat breathe—and let the world listen. 

Bloodlines & Algorithms - enjoyjoey x $ekHmeT

Ms Jackson Outkast ( sped up tik tok version )

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