Name: projectiles by mids
Duration: 2 min 41 s
Description: imaginary friends - secondhand syndrome • idiom.ltd

mids • stoned in the town square • still

think of the children

laid in state / ill of the dead

mids • total compensation • still

ain’t shit change except my total compensation
ain’t shit change except my total compensation
ain’t shit change except my total compensation
ain’t shit change — okay

yeah, to keep it totally honest, 
honestly, i been off and on
toeing the line
lately think i mighta got it all 
just another product of this bad behavior
my PVP streak has been like 33 years straight
my GDP bordering on DMZ nationstate, 
i need me some new real estate — 
that’s what all my agents say
gotta drive a GT3, timeshare, or a private plate
chick with double D’s, rolled a fattie, finna feed me grapes
tryna cop a new estate, bordering a private lake
done politicking, now its time to go and run the race
so fuck a sunken place, 
i give em grace until they speak
i was peaking at the rock,
but now i’m rocking at the peak
shit, it’s borderline a need
to see all of my dreams achieved
learned believing in your visions
kinda changes what you see
i tried to tell my brothers, but i guess it’s up to me
this one all electric, that one run on gasoline
mighta bought it all impulsively, lately i been regretting it
guess i bought the dream from salesmen when they was selling it
that one run on lust & this one run on adrenaline
i hope you understanding my predicament
it’s total compensation

i think it’s total compensation
i think it’s total compensation
i think it’s total compensation, yeah

okay — 
keeping up with the joneses
had me jonesin’ for a fix
like how much a problem cost? 
what they charge you for a fix?
i bet we’d solve it all
apologize, i’m outta pocket
on that topic, how many times
they quit after a profit?
i mean specifically
i need ownership, voting rights and that liquidity
like 50/50 stock, cash, split that shit so vividly

total compensation

mids • background noise • still

blink in the eye of the storm 
sit back and examine the pattern
the cycle repeating
the loop is still happenin’ for him
like eyes on the prize —
the patek is platinum
so stop all the chatter
it’s background noise

i’m back with the boys
i’m back with with the girl
i’m back with the money
been stacking it more,
they hassle me for it 
i swear that it happened before 
she be sharing location
i’m over here chasing the latest high
adjacent to pacing the living room
waiting for answers and losing my patience, 
but why?
overdosing on data /
when my mind already been made up
— hair trigger detonator
known to kill ‘em all and ask questions later
atlas dropping acid tablets
with the world strapped to his back
can't stand it
lookin back through rose tinted glasses
he tryna refigure the math
the fact of the matter, 
the patterns in static 
the graphic depiction of all of the visions
it’s background noise
fuck background noise
all i got left like nascar courses 
broken engagements, avoided divorces 
glass ceilings turned back into floors
traded my rage for inside voices 
who had to pay for all my choices?
one & the same, the pain of rejoicing 
pen is mightier than all of their swords 
lose it all, but i’m coming for more

blink in the eye of the storm 
sit back and examine the pattern
the cycle repeating
the loop is still happenin’ for him
eyes on the prize
the patek is platinum
so stop all the chatter
it’s background noise
think it's just background noise

yeah, yeah

blink in the eye of the storm 
sit back and examine the pattern
the cycle repeating
the loop is still happenin’ for him
like eyes on the prize —
the patek is platinum
so stop all the chatter
it’s background noise
it's background noise

still

background noise

mids • projectiles • still • 2024

and are we all just projectiles?
i sit alone when i sit now
shot clock on a countdown
do we all just pretend now?

and are we all just projectiles?
i sit alone when i sit now
shot clock on a countdown
do we all just pretend now?
and are we all just — 

c’est la vie
ancient melodies
still playing on my mind, 
they on repeat
many fish out in the sea
i kick my feet up on the beach
start to think
wish upon a dying star
but these days i think it’s within my reach

gut feelings
delayed healing
lately i been praying
that a sinner’s soul worth saving
or is it just too late for me
i kept em safe from scary seas
at least i tried, well
c’est la vie
these ancient melodies
still playing on repeat
many fish out in the sea
i kick my feet up on the beach
maybe all along, all that’s gone
exist in memories
and it’s a crazy feeling 
when the things you dreamed
within your reach

are we all just projectiles?
are we all just projectiles?
are we all just projectiles?
are we all just projectiles?

the rollie gettin dusty, ain’t wore that shit in a minute
fuck the doctor’s orders, need a second opinion
need a scotch and soda, and a bitch in a bikini
need an island vacation, somewhere where nobody see me
like eenie meenie minie moe, think i mighta need em both
if it’s goin down, well geronimo
save me a spot at the bottom, plus one
cause we both gotta go
guess along along all i needed was a hand to hold
like eenie meenie excuse me, diplomatic immunity
get the message, hang up the phone where you get it see
deep water, can’t see the bottom when you’re in it
a long road, can’t even see the beginning, still

and are we all just projectiles?
i sit alone when i sit now
shot clock on a countdown
do we all just pretend now?

and are we all just projectiles?
i sit alone when i sit now
shot clock on a countdown
do we all just pretend now?
and are we all just — 

thought i had my bro
but now alone, i float those seven seas
i hope heaven sees
i hope gardens bloom
i hope you remember when we used to trip in college rooms
we said that mids&squid forever shit, i really thought it’s true

and are we all just projectiles?
i sit alone when i sit now
shot clock on a countdown
do we all just pretend now?

projectiles

mids • iceberg / inner peace • still • 2024

ICEBERG T SHIRT
I HIT MY PEN IN IBIZA
SOLILOQUIES, INNER PEACE
I BEEN TRYNA ACHIEVE IT
I THINK I’M TIRED OF GRIEVING
OPEN MY HEART UNTIL THE UNIVERSE
FIND ME DOWN TO RECEIVE IT
I THINK I’D DIE TO BELIEVE IT 
SIGN LANGUAGE IF YOU TALKIN
I AIN’T TRYNA HEAR IT
FAMILY JEWELS INSIDE THE SAFE
I KEPT EM CLOSE LIKE THEY SECRETS
BUILT A BRIDGE AND WATCHED YOU BURN IT
LIKE AMERICAN SPIRITS 
THE FELON FELLIN TREES WITH FELLAS 
WHERE NOBODY COULD HEAR EM
STILL
I PAID NO MIND 
TO ALL THOSE SIGNS IN THE MIRROR
I FEAR WHEN OBJECTS APPEAR NEARER 
THEN THEY REALLY ARE
I WISH ON NATURAL STARS
I THINK I’M GRADUALLY SCARRED 
I WISH I HAD SOMEBODY LEFT 
LIKE NASCAR RACIN THE FALL
IS THAT THE FATE OF US ALL?
IS THAT IS THE FATE OF A FLAW?
FATAL 48 LAWS OF POWER
THE POWER GETS LOST
SWORE THEY TOLD ME I COULD TAKE IT
IF I ACCEPTED IT ALL

woah, why’d you let me go?
woah, why’d you let me go?

ICEBERG T SHIRT
I HIT MY PEN IN IBIZA
SOLILOQUIES, INNER PEACE
I BEEN TRYNA ACHIEVE IT
I THINK I’M TIRED OF GRIEVING
OPEN MY HEART UNTIL THE UNIVERSE
FIND ME DOWN TO RECEIVE IT
I THINK I’D DIE TO BELIEVE IT 
SIGN LANGUAGE IF YOU TALKIN
I AIN’T TRYNA HEAR IT
FAMILY JEWELS INSIDE THE SAFE
I KEPT EM CLOSE LIKE THEY SECRETS
BUILT A BRIDGE AND WATCHED YOU BURN IT
LIKE AMERICAN SPIRITS 
THE FELON FELLIN TREES WITH FELLAS 
WHERE NOBODY COULD HEAR EM
STILL
I PAID NO MIND 
TO ALL THOSE SIGNS IN THE MIRROR
I FEAR WHEN OBJECTS APPEAR NEARER 
THEN THEY REALLY ARE
I WISH ON NATURAL STARS
I THINK I’M GRADUALLY SCARRED 
I WISH I HAD SOMEBODY LEFT 
LIKE NASCAR RACIN THE FALL
IS THAT THE FATE OF US ALL?
IS THAT IS THE FATE OF A FLAW?
FATAL 48 LAWS OF POWER
THE POWER GETS LOST
THINK IM EXCEPTIONAL, NAW
BUT MORE WAS IN STORE
SO WHAT YOU FIGHTING FOR

woah, why’d you let me go?
woah, why’d you let me go?

iceberg / inner peace

mids • blue moon • still • 2024

still

blue moon
like tell me true
do you ever sit and think of me just as i think of you?
would you ever split epiphanies, a mystery for two?
do you ever feel the sympathy, elephant in the room?

should i hide behind these 5% tints and embrace the villainy?
lately think these engine notes been sounding like a symphony
i made my shadow work for me
guess the dark could matter too
where is his humanity?
blame it on the latitude

as far as i’m concerned, you accepted what you deserved
and as far as divine penance, your sentence is time served
guess I had my turn, no one else has ever heard of ya
9-5 somewhere in suburbia

blue moon
like tell me true
do you ever sit and think of me just as i think of you?
would you ever split epiphanies, a mystery for two?
do you ever feel the sympathy, elephant in the room?

blue moon
like tell me true
do you ever sit and think of me just as i think of you?
would you ever split epiphanies, a mystery for two?
do you ever feel the sympathy, elephant in the room?

what’s a trust fall without trust? 
just a death wish
what’s a goodnight without sleep?
feeling restless
so your honor,
maybe i’m a loner
done centering someone who ain’t want me in their corner
let go & let god
let the map lead the way
finish line, it’s off
with nothing to say
assuming form, stop assuming the truth
and now i’m starting to lose

blue moon
like tell me true
do you ever sit and think of me just as i think of you?
would you ever split epiphanies, a mystery for two?
do you ever feel the sympathy, elephant in the room?

blue moon
blue moon
blue moon

yeah

i needed presence & precision
soothing my indecision
resonance & renaissance
my soul need recognition

put it down & walk away 
or die holding onto it
better late than ever before
best to never do it — 

blue moon
like tell me true
do you ever sit and think of me just as i think of you?
would you ever split epiphanies, a mystery for two?
do you ever feel the sympathy, elephant in the room?

blue moon
blue moon
blue moon
blue moon

blue moon
do you ever sit and think of me just as i think of you?
would you ever split epiphanies, a mystery for two?
do you ever feel the sympathy, elephant in the room?

blue moon.

projectiles

mids

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