What u can’t what u won’t,but this wasn’t the plan,yea I guess I had hoped for a party and I guess that I got it but instead of beer pong we were poppin OxyContin. Now saying sorry to everyone but me seems impossible cuz I still make believe that we all ended up just fine. But ik that’s just another lie. And the weight of what we hold inside yea we’ll carry till the day we die so here’s to the trauma bonds that we formed. And the obsessive need for more. Yea we’ll never settle the score. For what happened in our very cores…

I can’t go on, my limbs have grown too heavy..I can’t let go, the ghosts of my past won’t let me. I can not walk so I will crawl to you. I can not walk so I will crawl to you
-I’m like a broken record, spinning backwards… yeah there’s a needle scratchin me..Subliminally—itt’s sayin to me,—just admit defeat, yea and make your peace... cuz you made your hell..And you heard the bells..they were soundin off from the moment u fell…It’s gettin hard to tell——if I’ll come outta my shell.. to see another day above so I guess oh wellll…
-And I remember back in the day, playin emo and punk, yea but the conditions changed. on. me…and kids were holdin the blade..and thinkin that it would fade and disappear from memory……
But scars remain. and history stays. the past remains draped in blacks and grays..So much to say and nothing left to lose..I was only 16 when I got kicked outta school!
.-And that’s when my education began-runnin round the south in the van w my band..yea my friends understand

Another very personal one to me. Lyrically it’s not what it seems…

wastin away -acoustic

Funeral Procession (instrumental 4sale)

Trappin in Memphis (instrumental)

Bad Trip

I can’t go on my limbs have grown too heavy..
I can’t let go the ghost of my past won’t let me 
I can not walk so I will crawl to you ..(x2)

Just like a broken record that’s spinning backwards,there’s a needle scratching me and subliminally it’s saying to me just as not defeat and make your peace. Cuz u made your hell. And u heard the bells. They were sounding off from the moment u fell. It’s getting harder to tell if I’ll come out of my shell to see another day above so I guess oh well🤷🏻‍♂️ and I remember back in the day, playing emo and punk yeah but the conditions changed on me..and kids were playing w blades and thinking that it would change and disappear from memory…but scars remain. And history stays. The past remains draped in blacks and greys…so much to say and nothing left to lose..I was only 16 when I got kicked out of school. But that’s when my education began, running round the south in the van w my band..my friends understand,what u can’t what u wont,but this wasn’t the plan..yeah I guess I had hoped..for a party and I guess that I got it but instead of beer pong we were poppin OxyContin..now saying sorry,to everyone but me seems impossible cuz I still make believe that we all ended up just fine….but I know that’s just another lie..and the weight of what we hold inside..yea we’ll carry till the day we die…so here’s to the trauma bonds that we formed. And the obsessive need for more. Yeah we’ll never settle the score. For what happened in our very core. 

(Ch.) 


River flows in you by Yurima for the beat
This song means a lot to me bc I tried my best to convey the sadness and depression and hopelessness that I felt for so long. Sure it’s a catchy track but beyond that, this one is truly from the heart. Every word I write from experience and the experience of true internal pain. The kind of pain that often pushes people to drug addiction which causes further pain as well as exasperating any existing mental illnesss which for me is Major Depressive Disorder..something that’s plagued me and held me back from the rest of the world for the past 10 or so years of my life. They’ve even started classifying it as “treatment resistant” MDD. So when you’re always in pain, and it never goes away not even for a minute, no matter where you are or what you do or whatever pills they throw down your throat…giving up can seem like a really reasonable answer. Especially when it’s pretty much the only option to escape the never ending inner turmoil. I tried my best ti convey that into a song and while I am proud of it and think I did an ok job of it, you could never convey the whole scope of the anguish that has plagued my life mercilessly. This song is my truth. This is my battle and my cross to bear. And if you find yourself reading these words and relating to them, then sing along bc they’re yours too. And one day, when our cries for help are finally heard, maybe we’ll be able to look back on this affliction and laugh. But until that day comes, if today’s the day that you’re gonna give up and end it all to escape your pain, please, take this song. My gift to you. And don’t just take it..hear it, feel it, let it move you. Take solace in the fact that there are strength in numbers and together, we might just make it and live to laugh another day. Until then, please accept this offering of soul and emotion and art that has only been earned through pain, and know that we are with you.

-Yola Dave

Crawl (pre mix/master)

One of the first songs I wrote on my acoustic, means a lot to me but still, needs to be properly recorded

Over and Out (acoustic)

drug talk mf lol (recorded on a toaster?

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A punk and metal drummer making poorly produced emo-ish trap shit about drugs, depression and other mental health shit-as well as some acoustic originals that echo the same sentiments 
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