Taste of His Spit

I find the bitter in every fine wine
I feel the sting in every white line
Took the brightest parts of you
And made them all a little blue

Cast a shadow on golden moments
Because I always know the low's next
Took the brightest parts of you
And made them all a darker hue

I guess the thing I'm findings
I rust over silver linings
And I don't know why I do
Stay forever blue

I find the bad in good people
Because I'm scared that I don't equal
I take the worst things that I do
And wonder if they're all that's true

I guess the thing I'm findings
I rust over silver linings
And I don't know why I do
Stay forever blue

Stay forever
Stay forever
Stay forever
Stay forever blue

Stay forever blue

Forever Blue

Written by Connor Douglas Ferguson
Produced by Alex Newport 

I want speed and alcohol
And boys who speak with southern drawl
Can’t call me a hedonist 
If I aim to hurt and make a mess 

By the throat 
Of the flesh 
Who needs heaven
With hell this fresh?

Baptize me with all your sweat
I want true love and that’s a threat
He won’t call me his only bet
But he’ll call me something better yet

By the throat
Of the flesh
Who need heaven 
With hell this fresh?

Give me all the things I’m needing
I’m not here for no good reason
Bite your hand until you’re feeding
Rub your heart until it’s bleeding

Woah now, you better not slow down
If you don’t know how, I’ll do it on my own now

By the throat 
of the flesh
Who needs heaven
With hell this fresh?


Fresh Hell

prod. by Alex Newport, Ben Etter 
Release: Feb 28 2025

lyrics: 

You like to breathe in all my scent 
Down on your knees you’ve begged for less 
Its all debris there’s nothing left
Bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks 

Go spread your seed, I’ll germinate 
Get turned away from heaven’s gate
I’ll be the wall you’re pissing on 
Bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks

Big dog, you’re best in show
Let’s get buck wild, no rodeo
Big brick, best in my wall
But I build love to watch it fall

I’ve got a heart to subjugate
Come be the champ, you heavyweight
I’ll be the belt over your arm
Bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks

Big dog, you’re best in show
Let’s get buck wild, no rodeo
Big brick, best in my wall
But I build love to watch it fall

Connor Douglas Ferguson

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