The songs and music I listen to on a daily basis. updating it depending on how I feel, what's new and, what I want to listen to and the potential hidden gems I find.

these days

early 2025 sheet
prod, me

baby they'll be all gone, i dont wanna go run
after more bitches, i swear to you i'm so done
you're gon' be the last one, that i ever loved bro
that i ever loved bro

but i ain't bitter, i'm just broken and cautious
the way i shiver in motion, i'm nauseous
playing back our convos like tracks in the process
now i'm being ghosted, couldnt wrap mind around it
why does this feel hopeless?
keeping my face up like poker
life ain't that fair got no jokers
when you're low you go lower
keeping an eye up like mordor
still got my ring on
thought i could feel it, but no more
what should i go for now?

i got my feelings but can i trust them?
i got my heart, for you it's open
tell me why do i feel the coldness
losing track of time alone at home here
(nothing but my own time)

baby they'll be all gone, i dont wanna go run
after more bitches, i swear to you i'm so done
you're gon' be the last one, that i ever loved bro
that i ever loved bro

yeah, i been numb, but it’s safer that way
every girl feel like a rerun now, drains that smile out of my face

i decided to stay, even it kills me a little more every day
i hope you're doing okay, dont wanna see you just waste
it's beautiful that you create, i cannot let you just fade
still keep your song in my playlist

go run (demo)

lyrics:

Get the fuck out 
Light the truck up
This had took away faces
They refer back
Im the top guy
Im in 25 places
Light this blunt up
Drop the match stick
Blow a Hole thru that pavement
Whos the right guy
Whos the right one
No one else want the placement

Im so right now
Im so hay day
Im so I dont care what who say 
Fuck it pour the next deuce
Im counting lines up on a Tuesday
If I text a bitch its link time
All im getting backs a true say
Fuck it never mind the mood change
Im too busy for a mood swing
So Tell me baby u think who changed
I been always on the same thing
This what never going broke bring 
Lotta problems when the phone ring

Light this blunt up
Drop the match stick
Blow a Hole thru that pavement
Whos the right guy
Whos the right one
No one else want the placement

Im in the mix baby im me again
Sorry as fuck
U deep in that drink calling me again im not home
Took me a second to get in this mode
Even my skin tryna turn into to stone
Too many numbers thats not in my phone
Half of the industry hearing my tone
And Baby im back in the city again
Sold out shows in sold out clothes
Baby im back on the grease again
I catch fire and there I go
Whatever I say is wherever they go
Thats my dog he take his bones
I just want this cash in my hand before I land
Before im home

So pick the fuck up
And throw the rest out
I been here for like ages
Its just the break down
This the last one
This when all the shit changes
Light this blunt up
Drop the match stick
Blow a Hole thru that pavement
Whos the right guy
Whos the right one
No one else want the placement

this where everything changes (eric godlow)

lyrics:

Draped in this porch light
Is a broken man 
Stained with his guilt wine red thru his hands
These Words that we know
Halt the truth relayed to him
When everything is lost he picks up to start again

Based on his blood sports
I cannot defend
He just picks the brick back up as he stands
Ive been getting out more
Hell be sure to state
But Fuck if I could tell his rage paved thru his wake
When Every single second counts double on this day
Plan ahead for proper use to minimize ur waste
I cant even feel the copper splatter on my face
Id be none the wiser without profile of this taste
In his bruised hand he holds my back teeth
before the dirts layed he stashes more flesh
On this Wednesday im pushing daises
But On this Thursday im pushing roses 

Draped in this porch light
Is a broken man 
Stained with his guilt wine red thru his hands
These Words that we know
Halt the truth relayed to him
When everything is lost he picks up and goes again

Wait and Watch as his mask drops and his face shows
Its just like a mirror of looking at my own
I swear to god its like the last night I was out alone
Just Listen to my insight and stay the fuck at home
Its Big guns on the green line and a tired soul
U could get marked just like anyone u know
Leave his face on him side ways with a black hole
He just blew his brains out the back his fucking skull
Flayed on the stop sign sits his beating heart
Its like the human body get help break and fall apart
So Back into his hiding hole inside the long dark
He Rests until the year is done and halloween starts

Hlwn25 (eric godlow)

lyrics:

Somewhere inside the Hudson
Ive sat for a decade in Ice cold
Way back in port town suburbs
My scent still sticks to my old clothes
Ive lost all but my worst habits
You’ll be who I look for on my walk home
Rolled up in this bleach burn magic
Does this hit of numb ever get old

Another story of a boy who never grew old
How’d that truck taste
That shit was aiming for him
He said in the worst way
I will see you on road
Tell that fuck face
That im waiting for him
Play the tape back
Look at me im love struck 
I just want that back
Look what we had
Waves touch gaff
Just look at me im sea sick
I dont have sea legs
I cant swim back
Just look at my hands
The ropes burned holes in
The legs of my pants
With the force of cannon
I am no man
I was tucked down
In the bowels of the ship
In a selfish abandoned
As the weights laid
I will stay back
Sure my worst fate remains in my head
For Next birthday
I will eat cake
Sure my ship mates ive hurt are all dead
I cant believe my luck
If u could call it that but really ur just war shy
Next time I sober up
Ill face a battle that gets harder every next time

Somewhere inside the Hudson
Ive sat for a decade in Ice cold
Way back in port town suburbs
My scent still sticks to my old clothes
Ive lost all but my worst habits
You’ll be who I look for on my walk home
Rolled up in this bleach burn magic
Does this hit of numb ever get old

hudson bay floater (xlhc x fantasy camp)

lyrics:

White dust All over my outsides
Im fucked up Dancing on this cork tide
Loose lips They’ll Tighten by the court side
Bruised hips From Slow dancing with tough guys
June 5th Thats the night my heart died
Unzipped Wet Flesh on the road side
So crisp Just Wait until the bloods dried
Two fifths In me by the sunrise

Under the streetlights she becomes a dancer
You and this new guy in somebodies camper
What does he taste like and how does he stack up
I didnt ask you but I know you’ll answer
A Dark room brain hung with polaroid scars
Film reel legs and some SLR arms
I got banks full of pain and a lens full of tar
These Megaphone veins feed my Radio heart
If This is what its come to Im leaving I promise
Snow hugging prints to the ground where its calmest
Ive lived a life full of colons and commas
Im Graced with a peace to know this periods upon us
No one Theres no one
To carry all this extra weight Here after all
Just once Well just once
Id like to have somebody here That I could call
No one Theres no one
To carry all this extra weight Here after all
Just once Well just once
Id like to have somebody here That I could call

White dust All over my outsides
Im fucked up Dancing on this cork tide
Loose lips They’ll Tighten by the court side
Bruised hips From Slow dancing with tough guys
June 5th Thats the night my heart died
Unzipped Wet Flesh on the road side
So crisp Just Wait until the bloods dried
Two fifths In me by the sunrise

slow dancing with tuff guys (sorrowbringer)

produced by me (dawsin)
written by me (dawsin)
lyrics:

my patience runs thin
my doubts start to creep in
this town feels cold
like it wants my soul
and my friends have split
i barely give a shit
i was always on my own
not one sound from the phone

i feel getting closer
i can feel it deep inside my bones
i can, i can feel it
feel it
i can, i can
whenever you're not around
i talk to myself like a ghost
i can, i can feel it
feel it
i can, i can

i can, i can feel it
feel it
i can, i can

i can, i can feel it
feel it
i can, i can

and i
hand me a pair of scissors
so i can cut my heart out
my heart out
beggin to die
cut me open
just to prove
not the monster you once knew
and the lies
peeled my skin
waste my youth
frizzy hair
and a rotten tooth

by now there's moss on the wall
powerlines fell down, no calls
it smells like mildew
blood on the carpet, it came from you

oh the guilt towers so tall
wishing my brain will just thaw
oh I'm afraid of you
of what you have the power to do

menacingly walking out the fog
she says to herself "like wtf"
oh ill happily die on this hill
till my blood grows cold from the chill
in my two hands, equipped with a club
go to her safe place, at the pub
gun got a nose and its a snub
you gave me a look like you wanna run