The outro track “New York State Of Mind” is a message for loved ones. Recorded in one take, the early morning epilogue, losing his closest friends from drug addiction and mental traumas.
Bright Campa decided to take a step away from reality, to lose his humanity from alcohol addiction later.
The song “FRIENDS” by Bright Campa explores the theme of addiction, particularly to drugs. The lyrics describe the artist’s personal experience with drug use and struggles with controlling his thoughts and emotions. The chorus suggests that the artist finds temporary relief from his lows by using drugs, but recognizes the problems it causes. The bridge speaks to the addictive nature of drugs, and the artist’s internal battle with wanting to use them despite understanding the consequences.
The verse delves into the systemic issues and societal pressures that lead to drug addiction in the black community, including lack of opportunities, racism, and trauma. The artist acknowledges the difficulty of overcoming addiction but encourages his friends to try alternative forms of self-care instead of relying on drugs, such as meditation.
Overall, the song portrays the complexity of addiction and the harsh realities that lead individuals to turn to drugs for relief. The artist acknowledges the challenges of dealing with addiction, while also recognizing the potential for recovery and personal growth.
lyrics
[Intro]
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[Chorus]
I got thoughts, can't control
Got me down, got me low
Rest my mind, rest my soul
When I blow, when I blow
Am I wrong, let them know
Feels so right to let things go
Don't think twice, this is me
This is how I should be
[Bridge]
But I'm aggravated without it
My saddest days are without it
My Saturdays are the loudest
I'm blowing strong
Some niggas graduated to powder
I dabble later, I doubt it
My database of narcotics
It's growing long
But I'm aggravated without it
My saddest days are without it
My Saturdays are the loudest
I'm blowing strong
Some niggas graduated to powder
I dabble later, I doubt it
My database of narcotics
It's growing long
[Verse]
I wrote this shit to talk about the word addiction
To my niggas --- I hope you listening
--- and ---, I hope you listening
This is for the whole fucking-
I hope you're listening
Smoking medical grade, but I ain't got prescription
All the way in Cali where they ain't got precipi-
-tation, feeling like the only one that made it
And I hate it for my niggas they ain't got ambition
Fuck did you expect?
You can blame it on condition
Blame it on crack
You can blame it on the system
Blame it on the fact that 12 got jurisdiction
To ride around in neighborhoods that they ain't ever lived in
Blame it on the strain that you feel when daddy missing
Blame it on Trump shit, blame it on Clinton
Blame it on trap music and the politicians
Or the fact that every black boy wanna be Pippin
But they only got 12 slots on the Pistons
Blame it on the rain
Milli Vanilli with the disk skip
What I'm tryna say is the blame can go deep as seas
Just to blame 'em all
I would need like twenty CD's
There's all sorts of trauma from drama that children see
Type of shit that normally would call for therapy
But you know just how it go in our community
Keep that shit inside
It don't matter how hard it be
Fast forward
Them kids is grown and they blowing trees
And popping pills due to chronic anxiety
I been saw the problem
But stay silent 'cause I ain't Jesus
This ain't no trial if you desire go higher please
But fuck that now
I'm older I love you 'cause you my friend
Without the drugs
I hope you be comfortable in your skin
I know you, so I know you still keep a lot of shit in
You running from yourself and you buying product again
I know you say it helps
But no I'm not trying to offend
But I know depression and drug addiction don't blend
Reality distorts and then you get lost in the wind
And I done seen the combo take niggas off the deep end
One thing about your demons
They bound to catch up one day
I'd rather see you stand up and face them than run away
I understand this message is not the coolest to say
But if you down to try it
I know of a better way, meditate
[Chorus]
I got thoughts, can't control
Got me down, got me low
Rest my mind, rest my soul
When I blow, when I blow
Am I wrong, let them know
Feels so right to let things go
Don't think twice, this is me
This is how I should be
[Outro]
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