this is your first song? this is really good

1 hop this time (scruz remix) FULL VERSION

youtu.be/MQmQFG14aF0 yea


@theFDZ bout to go hard on thisssssss

Type-26 Banshee

Drag Me Down (Instrumental)

getting back in touch with my roots so I grow back stronger

special thank you to sam aka Epsom, kevin aka Kelpo, and mt friends and family for helping me realize this project and push me towards making music my life

ROSA (prod. Kartoffel Club)

Au Revoir instrumental

Rsuave -YYM 1

“Glare” is the first Shark Camp single and also the first song that came to be when first messing around in the studio.

Lyrics:
Everything that you feel
Everything that you feel
Everything that you feel
Everything
Everything that you feel
Everything that you feel
Everything that you feel

Psychokinesis; assist, offense, recover
Dawned from the ghouls that nurtured me like a mother
Crumbling variations ‘round 8-bit haywire
Strange, funny, heartrending; PK Fire

Sweet little package drowned in your favorite vices
Various shades of blue dashed in a couple of spices
Bashful thinking, lack of vitamin C
Locked minutiae from aircrafts over the sea

I made a home from darkwave, ate the peaches it grew
But now that house is empty, wronged the things I pursue
Built a box, entrapped myself with coffin nails
Been staring at the sun too long, to no avail

I'm coming on
I'm coming on
I've been looking at the sun
I've been looking at the sun

Glare

Stunnin' (Newbury Slim Remix)

¿que pasa? (jack harlow remix)

"Pulling Punches" is the second Shark Camp single and also the second song that came to be when first messing around in the studio.

Lyrics:
Going in the distance
Fading in the sunlight
Everything, everything is getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand

Currently, nicer days seem distant
Feels so far away and almost nonexistent
And when they arrive it’s all the same old, same old
Nervously awaiting for it to go back to normal

High school seems like a dream nowadays
Cloudy thoughts in my head like no sunlight rays
This one’s for (censored) and our old forehead kisses
Drunken punches to the gut, I heard you were vicious

Bonfire parties, group hugs plastered
Sideline crushes with many questions unanswered
Almost fiction from how much warmth has drifted
Was it me or just the way our lives have all shifted?

I’m staring
At my Gameboy, in lieu of places I visited
Hang the cartridge on display with every joy that I riveted
Covet
Wrapped sentiments regret I inhibited
Bloodied knuckles, please condone the irritation exhibited
Moment of silence
Let me collect my significance
Give it a second
Give it a second

Going in the distance
Fading in the sunlight
Everything, everything is getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand
Getting out of hand

Type-26 Banshee

ĸelpo

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