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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]
Yeah—
AY!
You hear that phone?
Ignore it.
[Verse 1]
Clock keep talkin’ like it own you (nah!)
Face say tired, you don’t owe ‘em (you don’t!)
Mirror yellin’ “DON’T GO IN!” (don’t!)
Same damn day, different sin (uh!)
They want hours, want pieces (take ‘em!)
Smile taped on, teeth clenched (grin!)
You been runnin’ on fumes all week (facts!)
I see burnout in your blink (I do!)
Overtime brain, you fried (fried!)
Nine-to-five got you tied (tied!)
They don’t hear you when you whisper (nah!)
I do when you sigh (I do!)
[Pre-Chorus]
Say it loud—
SAY IT NOW!
You ain’t lazy, you worn out! (worn out!)
They gon’ live—
YOU WON’T DIE!
Put the phone DOWN—RIGHT NOW! (down!)
[Chorus]
CALL IT IN! (AY!)
DON’T FEEL RIGHT! (nah!)
HEAD TOO HEAVY, UP ALL NIGHT! (up!)
CALL IT IN! (WHAT!)
SAY YOU SICK! (say it!)
TIRED OF LIVIN’ ON THEY PACE—QUIT! (QUIT!)
CALL IT IN! (AY!)
LET IT RING! (ring!)
GUILT GET QUIET WHEN YOU STAY WITH ME (stay!)
CALL IT IN! (NOW!)
STAY RIGHT HERE!
MAKE IT FEEL LIKE YOU CHOSE YOURSELF! (YEAH!)
[Post-Chorus / Chant]
CALL—IT—IN! (AY!)
CALL—IT—IN! (WHAT!)
PHONE—FACE—DOWN!
STAY—WITH—HIM! (STAY!)
[Verse 2]
Sun come up, door still locked (locked!)
Minutes melt, hours drop (drop!)
They call “discipline,” I call “chains” (chains!)
Same routine, different pain (pain!)
I ain’t sayin’ I’m the safe bet (nah!)
I’m sayin’ I’m the one who get it (I do!)
You say “wrong,” feet don’t move (don’t!)
That pause tell the truth (TALK!)
One sick day—CLARITY! (clear!)
Chest breathe better next to me (breathe!)
They replace you by lunch (facts!)
I won’t—THAT’S THE PUNCH! (HIT!)
[Chorus]
CALL IT IN! (AY!)
DON’T FEEL RIGHT! (nah!)
ROOM STILL SPINNIN’, NEED THE NIGHT! (night!)
CALL IT IN! (WHAT!)
YOU DON’T OWE! (no!)
THEY BEEN TAKIN’ PIECES—LET ‘EM GO! (GO!)
CALL IT IN! (AY!)
LET IT DIE! (die!)
STAY RIGHT HERE—DON’T ASK WHY! (WHY!)
CALL IT IN! (NOW!)
STAY WITH ME!
MAKE IT FEEL LIKE YOU CHOSE YOURSELF! (YEAH!)
[Outro]
AY…
Not sick—
Just stayed.
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