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Unmedicated is a brutally honest look at love, ego, addiction, temptation, and the patterns we repeat even when we know better.
Across twelve late-night records, Jay Fontaine takes listeners through toxic relationships, blurred lines, unanswered calls, empty victories, and the quiet consequences that follow bad decisions. Rather than presenting himself as a hero or victim, Fontaine exposes the uncomfortable truth: self-awareness doesn't always lead to change.
Built on a foundation of gritty trap-soul, soulful R&B melodies, boom-bap influences, deep basslines, and cinematic storytelling, Unmedicated feels like a diary written between midnight and sunrise. Every song captures a different moment in the cycle—desire, conflict, regret, relapse, reflection, and acceptance.
From the seductive pull of forbidden situations to the emotional weight of missed opportunities, Fontaine documents the reality of a man trying to outrun himself while knowing he's the one setting the pace. The album doesn't offer easy answers or perfect endings. Instead, it lives in the tension between understanding your flaws and continuing to live with them.
Unmedicated is for the people who stay up too late, replay old conversations, answer texts they shouldn't, and carry truths they don't always want to face.
No excuses.
No diagnosis.
No redemption arc.
Just honesty.
Across twelve late-night records, Jay Fontaine takes listeners through toxic relationships, blurred lines, unanswered calls, empty victories, and the quiet consequences that follow bad decisions. Rather than presenting himself as a hero or victim, Fontaine exposes the uncomfortable truth: self-awareness doesn't always lead to change.
Built on a foundation of gritty trap-soul, soulful R&B melodies, boom-bap influences, deep basslines, and cinematic storytelling, Unmedicated feels like a diary written between midnight and sunrise. Every song captures a different moment in the cycle—desire, conflict, regret, relapse, reflection, and acceptance.
From the seductive pull of forbidden situations to the emotional weight of missed opportunities, Fontaine documents the reality of a man trying to outrun himself while knowing he's the one setting the pace. The album doesn't offer easy answers or perfect endings. Instead, it lives in the tension between understanding your flaws and continuing to live with them.
Unmedicated is for the people who stay up too late, replay old conversations, answer texts they shouldn't, and carry truths they don't always want to face.
No excuses.
No diagnosis.
No redemption arc.
Just honesty.
[Intro]
Sirens far.
Head not right.
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[Verse 1]
Argued in the kitchen, voices raised.
You threw words like they blades.
I grabbed keys, didn’t think twice.
Said I’m done, then I drove off mad.
Bottle half gone on the passenger side.
Streetlights blur when I’m crossing lines.
Whole block quiet, corner store bright.
I don’t feel drunk, just numb inside.
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[Pre-Chorus]
I know better than this.
I still do it anyway.
Heart racing, hands shaking.
Trying to outrun what I said.
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[Chorus]
Riding through the hood with my demons loud.
Windows down, liquor in my mouth.
I keep telling myself I’m fine.
But I’m swerving through my own mind.
Riding through the hood, same old streets.
Every wrong turn feel like me.
I don’t slow down, I press the gas.
Running from the truth in the past.
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[Verse 2]
Red light hit, I roll it slow.
Rearview mirror catching ghosts.
Mama voice in my head right now.
Telling me to pull it over.
Phone buzz, it’s you again.
I don’t answer, grip the wheel.
Every choice feel heavy now.
Every breath feel hard to steal.
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[Pre-Chorus]
I should park and walk away.
I should call somebody sane.
But pride driving faster than fear.
And I don’t listen when I’m here.
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[Chorus]
Riding through the hood with my demons loud.
Windows down, liquor in my mouth.
I keep telling myself I’m fine.
But I’m swerving through my own mind.
Riding through the hood, same old streets.
Every wrong turn feel like me.
I don’t slow down, I press the gas.
Running from the truth in the past.
⸻
[Bridge]
Blue lights flash behind my car.
Heart drop low, world go quiet.
I pull over, hands in sight.
Thinking ‘bout how close I was.
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[Chorus – Low / Stripped]
Riding through the hood almost cost my life.
Almost turned wrong into right.
I don’t blame streets, I blame me.
I was drunk on pride and grief.
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[Outro]
Officer talking, I stare straight.
Bottle still cold on the seat.
I ain’t say nothing, just breathe.
Could’ve been worse.
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