ANECDOTE

I’ve been
Waiting for your call all night
And I’ve sent
A million messages
I’ve had 
A stomach full of swords and knives
Then I heard
You’re one your own again

How terrible the fall
I wish that I could ask
Are you okay now?
Is he in your hands?
Damned if I’m not wrong
Skipping on our plans
You never missed me too
In my living room I

Dance inside my head
And let the monsters in the bottle come and tear me to shreds
Dance inside my head
And I’ll pretend that you called 
And told me you would be home late
Dance inside my head
And let the monsters in the bottle come and tear me to shreds
Dance inside my head
And I’ll pretend that you called 
And told me you would be home late

(Cut ties)
(On the west side)
(Survive )
(Sittin’ the wayside)
(I can’t)
(Even explain my)
(Night doesn’t make sense)
(No reparations)

(I, I, I)
(It doesn’t make sense)
(Gone by light)
(No reparations)
(I, I, I)
(I, I, I)

Pack it up and wait until I’m hit up by a solar beam
I would love to say that what you told me took a part of me
And I don’t think I’m fine
Says a part of me
It’s used to the same things
Not used to the chain game
Had to put a foot in the door to make a way
Passion spilled my drink on the floor and left a stain
May we take a minute to talk about how you changed 
It’s a mind trick
You’re a virus
On the inside

Dance inside my head
And let the monsters in the bottle come and tear me to shreds
Dance inside my head
And I’ll pretend that you called 
And told me you would be home late
Dance inside my head
And let the monsters in the bottle come and tear me to shreds
Dance inside my head
And I’ll pretend that you called 
And told me you would be home late

(Cut ties)
(On the west side)
(Survive )
(Sittin’ the wayside)
(I can’t)
(Even explain my)
(Night, doesn’t make sense)
(No reparations)

(I, I, I)
(It doesn’t make sense)
(Gone by light)
(No reparations)
(I, I, I)
(No reparations)
(I, I, I)

Winter, so many red faces
Molly, but only on occasion
Mirror, begging me to face it
 
Money, telling me to chase it 
Spun around my room, naked
Snow under my feet, amazing
Dance without a soul for entertainment
Dance without a soul for entertainment 

Winter, so many red faces
Molly, but only on occasion
Mirror, begging me to face it
Money, telling me to chase it 
Spun around my room, naked
Snow under my feet, amazing
Dance without a soul for entertainment

a million messages

@jonahzzz @kwe-the-artist  
Produced by: Prettyboyron, Nick Cassidy, Albi

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Season 3: I Made You

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FACt Of tHE MaTTER

Horseshit

Do you have a certain traumatic experience where it keeps repeating over and over again, with the same people but with different names and faces? It’s a pattern you keep looping like a song… but in fact, it’s actually your inner-masculine and inner-feminine in conflict with each other. The inner conflict lingers in your subconscious mind and projects itself onto the people that you come across with, because every person you meet is a mirror of the parts within yourself that you have yet to discover. The crazy fact is that most of us never realize this because the distractions of the physical world refrain us from knowing what’s really going on within ourselves.

“Sorry That I’m Late, But I’m Here To Stay” isn’t only just about my evolution as a person, but also vividly describes a spiritual war within myself… and since in this dimension, I am human just like you are… therefore this is about a spiritual war within ourselves because we are all one. We are all connected together. We share the same human struggles regardless if you are a man or woman. If you are looking for the answers to your questions about yourself, this mixtape will answer it for you, all you gotta do is tune in… 

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All songs written, produced, and arranged by Jesus Diaz
All songs mixed and mastered by HighLifeFlo
Cover art made by Daniel Storey and Eloisa Garcia

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