produced by: https://soundcloud.com/splashgvng
featuring: https://soundcloud.com/hazenova

not meant to be (feat. hazenova) (prod. splashgvng)

yayayayaya im thinking less abt u but still thinking abt u

closure (it's over)

Nostalgia (noun) - a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.

Nostalgia is something that has always troubled me, as I found that it's difficult to properly put my emotions towards it into words. It's not necessarily, or at least in my opinion, a happy or sad emotion, it's just something that we feel. Remembering a possibly warped perception of the past to focus on because the present seems so grim. Looking back upon my childhood and early teenage years does invoke a sense of melancholy and nostalgia, and I tend to think that things were much more simple back then. Maybe it's because the problems of that time are over now that I am able to look at them so clearly, as the problems of the present are shrouded in fear and uncertainty.

I remember stomping through the woods with my friends, then going home to play my gamecube or gameboy, not really caring or thinking about the world around me. Maybe I get stressed out when thinking about nostalgia because I can't properly explain how it makes me feel, whether it's positive or negative, I'm not sure.

It's like a purple mist that surrounds distant memories, just slightly altering my perception of that time. It's interesting.

Thanks for listening <3

Retro Fantasia [prod. xmichaelwarren]

she stole my heart
now i don't want it back
keep it girl
i just dont wanna fight
the city's open
i wish i could turn back the time
for those eyes 
and the black in your smile

it's too cold baby
death kissed my heart
outside of feeling too well
with u babygirl i'm not alone
don't leave me alone
without you baby i feel like ima die
it's too cold baby
don't leave me alone

but now i am on my own
her regret on the floor
she said goodbye but i can't let it go
gave you the knife 
that you stabbed in my back
i just hate all my past
just wanna be in your arms

she stole my heart
now i don't want it back
keep it girl
i just dont wanna fight
the city's open
i wish i could turn back the time
for those eyes 
and the black in your smile

the black in your smile (prod. krave x recyclebin)

same (fantom)

red cups (idealism)

suffering w/ ericgodlow

sounds of the silence (prod. hazenova)

cover art by @faetihx
ily <3
prod @emptychest
shout out @imkt

Lyrics:

Heart beat going fast
And im sad now
Everynight everyweek i just black out
She always text never never go out
got a text from my plug holdup gotta go now
Same drugs 
Same weed
I dont really give a fuck
Ghost me
No hugs no kisses
I left that boy in stitches
If he want to fight again
He gonna turn into a digit
Then im gunna kiss his mistress
Gotta stay on track ghost recon 
With the mission
Kt packed the new bowl 
Losing count of the spinich
Im counting up the fucking minutes 
Till i fucking break
Can you stay
I dont want to lose ur face

Heart beat going fast
And im sad now
Everynight everyweek i just black out
She always text never never go out
got a text from my plug holdup gotta go now
Im tired of this shit
And im tired of the pain
All these words in brain
I just posted a new tweet
Why she all up on my page
Why she gotta call 
When she not even my main
im too fucked up

Spotify

ghost me (prod. emptychest)

Fields of bones beneath the grain,
Ghosts still work the southern chain.
Smoke from cities, blood in rain,
Dollar signs tattooed with pain.

Bright clean flag waves above the barn,
Dreams embalmed in the graveyard.
Gold runs slick down the preacher’s sleeve,
Truth’s a wound you can’t believe.

American Maggot — chew and grow,
On the body you don’t know.
The light went some wars ago,
But the TV swears it’s a morning show.

American Maggot — hum that hymn,
Of rust and oil and seraphim.
You wear the crown, the rot, the sin,
And call it a resurrection.

Steel and shadow, glass and gun,
Children coughing in the sun.
ICE vans crawl where the workers run,
Freedom limps — the laws undone.

Church bells ring, don’t cure all,
All the empires learn to fall.
Blessed are these blind and numb,
Who burn the Earth for their kingdom come.

American Maggot — creep and feed,
On every broken prayer and creed.
The scar’s the only vote you need,
Waving on as the country bleeds.

Somewhere under Wall Street’s floor,
History whispers, “Never more.”
The gangrene won’t heal, it just keeps score —
While the Maggot eats the core.

American Maggot, Reprise

This album by Captain Dreadbone describes a tragedy.

Across the rim of the galaxy, two brothers walk opposite sides of the law — one bound by duty, the other by desire.
Blood and Stardust follows their trail through five chapters: the hunt through the void, a near-fatal standoff, a return from the brink, the final duel beneath Io’s cold suns, and a quiet reckoning in a cell among the stars.


Lyrics

The void was quiet as prayer that night,
Engines low, ghosts hummin’ in the hull.
He’d been runnin’ since the war went cold,
Still smelled the smoke on his soul.

The stars looked on, but they don’t speak,
They just watch men fade to myth.
He left his name carved on a dying moon,
And the lawman followed it.

In the Gunsmoke Nebula, no one gets clean,
Just ash and plasma where hope used to be.
He rides the silence, I ride the flame,
Two ghosts circlin’ the same bad dream.

Heard his ship on the scanner’s breath,
Like a heartbeat caught in rust.
Every man out here’s chasin’ death,
‘Cause it’s the only one to trust.

I ain’t prayin’ for the light to come,
I ain’t waitin’ for a sign.
When the stars go dim, and the guns burn hot,
You find your truth in the line.

In the Gunsmoke Nebula, the air don’t forgive,
Just the hum of reactors remindin’ you live.
He rides the silence, I ride the flame,
Two ghosts circlin’ the same bad dream.

Driftin’ past bones of forgotten fleets,
Where time’s got teeth and memory bleeds.
Every trigger pull’s a prayer unanswered,
Every flash a dying creed.

In the Gunsmoke Nebula, the light fades slow,
No angels wait where the dead men go.
He rides the silence, I ride the flame,
‘Til the smoke clears—and we’re one and the same.

Blood & Stardust

Gunsmoke Nebula

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