“I try to be as honest and transparent as I can about my life in my music,” says Ohio artist Fanaticus, “so a lot of my music is raw in the sense that it's unfiltered emotion.” Over the course of his career Fanaticus has experimented with different sounds and presented his thoughts in varied ways, but that’s what makes the Ohio artist relatable. In a clout-driven industry, Fanaticus is more concerned with the pathos of it all, looking to express and tell his truth and story, motivating others showing we can get past our struggles and turn them into something special. Everything the Ohio artist has been through and experienced is then felt through the music. “I make life music,” Fanaticus says. He means this in the truest and fullest sense. With close to a decade of creation under his belt and his willingness to share with his audience, one immediately feels connected with Fanaticus as you work through his discography. Now’s the time to press play on the journeyman.
lyrics
Un-confident about the time i spent
So nervous with another girl i switched
I’m finna take a hit so i can reminisce
Emotions in me take precedence
I’m at the precipice of the life I'm in
I’m falling in, I don't know how to swim
I feel the stress the weight it been caving
Holding onto the memories I made with them
So I can say one day i had good times
When we was blowing trees and sipping white wine
House party hopping, liquor in my pocket
I'm a steal your girl if I’m being honest
Anxiety really wasn’t a thing
So I could live a dream and see the lights with
My sound thru the speakers crowd chanting lyrics
Exhale them spirits, thru the night shift
Another lonely stoner trying to find the motive
Kept getting colder like a nightmare
No air to breathe, it’s getting hard to see
Another rush to keep myself alive, yeah yeah
It’s no hook, yeah, yeah, it’s no hook
I feel I'm swimming in circles with no hook
I feel I'm swimming in circles with no hook
Okay I’m riding round and I’m getting it
Inhale the spirits get lifted
I’m faded minding my business
Making beats for peace the cold sickness
They call it heat, but the drought it cease
When i write my lines, it’s called fitness
Dick in your mouth if you hating 'bout
Some of the shit i do if you ain't with it
I hear em talking shit, so I'm a let them dish
And I'm a keep it pushing to Olympus
Like Static Shock, the black Zues, and all
I got beats to pop, 'cause I'm all off
Like the snowy breeze, A nigga cold to beat
A sub-zero freeze when I'm fighting
I got a cold stare from the crowd it’s fair
when I'm spitting fast up on the mic, shit
Been cold like it’s Antartica
I beat them demons fighting us
Don’t play with me the coldest one, nigga
(I'm the coldest one)
I'm the coldest one
Don’t play with me 'cause I'm the coldest one
With the pen and the tongue be a lyrical gun
Marksman with the shot, only miss for fun
Don’t lemme see you run nigga, don't let me see you run, shit
credits
released April 2, 2021
Production by Cloudy Boi
Additional Production by Elton Tom
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Tyrell Compton
Honest, raw, versatile, & thoughtful: These words are what defines Fanaticus. Based in Chicago, Fanaticus makes what he
calls “life music” to express the complex thoughts & emotions most people struggle to communicate, inspired by the highs & lows of it all. His ear for music is impeccable. With a background in classical and jazz, Fanaticus is a true student of the craft and it shows in his music....more
