the part of the night nobody talks about.
No light begged for. No apologies given.
Just Michigan winter air, low 808s, and the truth that lives in the dark.  
All scars. All builds. All mine.

Shadows

Don’t Even Bother, You’re Dead Inside! Is a track that hits hard with thumping brutal breakup anthem with spoken-word flows and a distorted voicemail outro that leaves you reeling.

Don’t Even Bother

confession booth for the hypocrite in all of us. From personal demons to calling out influencers, politicians, and that "woke 'til it costs" crowd. If you've ever judged the world while dodging your own mess, this one's for you.

Mirror, Mirror

“Dancing in the counterpoint, shadow on my soul…”
Dark trap hip-hop confession. Took Bach’s BWV 847, flipped it into something colder. Full song, raw vocals, Michigan nights.
Repost if the shadows speak back
Save if you’re riding this at 2AM

counterpoint

An early-morning porch song about choosing peace over the chase.
For everyone who’s been through fire and still found a way to sit still and be grateful.



Back Porch Reflections

I turned my mental health crisis into your 3-minute comedy special.
This one’s for everyone who’s ever smiled in a story while falling apart behind the screen.  No fake it ‘til the fade-to-black. 

Laugh Track for a Breakdown

 thinking about the people who feel soft when you need them and still cut you deepest.
Sitar crying over 808s like Michigan snow on hot skin, tabla snapping like bones you never set right, đàn bầu whispering the names I never say out loud.
Silk that kisses, scales that bite.
I left the venom in the mix so you’d feel it too.  codawolf | Michigan basement | 3 a.m.



Dragon Silk

Coward’s mind spawns a thousand ghosts…
But I will face the fire.

Thousand Ghosts

“I float so still, I breathe so thin… But I’m breakin’ slow from the waves within.”  This one’s for the ones who look calm but drown quiet. Hidden tides, painted grins, and the ache nobody sees. Michigan basement raw – no fake peace.  



Waves Within

Not here to chase charts—I speak what I live.
 No fake hype, no watered-down vibes.
One voice. One vision. No apologies. Michigan artist blending raw lyrics with dark beats.