Jpegmafia – The Bends (Lyrics, Video)

Read the lyrics, Watch the official video to Jpegmafia’s latest song titled “The Bends”. The song was self-produced by JPEGMAFIA.

Jpegmafia The Bends

Not to be confused with the phenomenon that occurs upon resurfacing from the depths too quickly, nor of the Radiohead album of the same name, JPEGMAFIA has shared his new single “The Bends.” The vibey drop comes complete with some visuals, which find our hero frolicking throughout the desert with nary a care in the world. The track itself features a typically off-kilter instrumental, a digitalized dream-turned-nightmare that seems to alternate between carefree and sinister on a dime.

JPEG is perfectly equipped to handle a beat of this nature, his easy-going flow sliding over the synthesizers. As his lyrics resonate, his vocals seeped with processed effects, we’re left to be guided as he sees fit. Expect plenty of non-sequiturs, though there’s certainly enough of a thematic throughline here for those willing to pay attention. Longtime fans will likely get a kick out of “The Bends,” and those still looking to see what the enigmatic JPEGMAFIA is all about should consider checking this one out as well.

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Lyrics

[Intro: JPEGMAFIA & Donald Trump]
But the support we’re getting from the African-American community has been overwhelming, and I wanna thank each and every one of you
Shit (More clapping)

[Verse 1]
Maybe I’m stuck in my ways
Fantasies, fantasies, fantasies
I should rap like Sly Tendencies
Obviously, I’m who I meant to be (Facts)
My leader treat me like an enemy, he a casualty
Wonder if he cry when he see fans of me
Can’t believe we thought he’d be the man for me
It’s sad, for real, melody
When we fuckin’ you better pretend to be
Gotta keep that on-brand positioning
No surprises, you know its the bends with me
Now halt, niggas dyin’, you know it’s y’all fault
People pray for the press to impeach
Deeper down, know that vote is a loss
It’s sad (Yeah)

[Break]
Yeah, ooh-oh, ooh-oh
Ooh, oh, no no, yeah
Ayy, I don’t got nothin’ to say to remember this shit
Uh

[Verse 2]
MAGA raps, caught a body in a MAGA hat (Yeah)
Who try get rid of me? Let my bottom bitches handle that
Nah, baby, I don’t wanna go (Ah)
Made men make it look close, fuck the polls
Change the language when they decipher the code
Flip the script, now the caption is closed
Vice City, used to print all my codes
Strap on my hip ’cause I’m bitter and old
Mountain Dew sippers, they hatin’ the scroll (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bunker bitch decoratin’ his home (Uh)
Black man got it sowed
Get the money, y’all can keep all the hope
Rich, all my enemies is broke
Big bank and we rakin’ in more (Yee)
Off a probation, them cases is closed (Woo)
I’ma tell we like Trump told you
Fuck it, nigga, what we got to lose?
Ain’t gon’ be no peace with the crew
‘Cause it’s one piece we gon’ aim at you

[Outro]
Fuck Trump