Recorded 1 year prior to release, no point in hiding the O.Gs

And if you're feeling like you got regrets
just know that I aint falling for it
I ain't stressing
I got no torment
I wont get drawn in
to that shit again
I got no torment
just got something to confess
I got no torment


So let's take it real back
to the needle in the haystack
but I wont look for you like that
when I'm searching for some bag
or a couple thousand racks
cant be getting distracted
by a woman 
that they call attractive


And she like why you got the long hair
Bitch, maybe  I'm a rockstar
like 
Van Halen
Cobain
even rolling with Sinatra
why you even care
oh now I get it
you were staring
while you standing there
take my digits
call me if you dare
I ain't tryna make you scared
that ain't fair
but it's just a burden you cant bear


Tægan - torment

Cherry Blossoms and Cigarettes

An original instrumental / beat

Prod. Tægan

Tægan 🥀 - Lines

I gotta stop recording music on my cellphone. someone donate me a better mic. 





Tægan 🥀 - u and him

Westy x Taegan 

yktv


Why cant you love me the most
How could this happen so soon
so tired of waiting
So tired of feeling the cold of my room
maybe it's better outside with the moon
I know I lack patience
what else I can do
I'm not perfect for you
I'm just trying my best
fighting the war you put in my chest
I'll end that shit with a kamakazi vest
just kidding I ain't that impressed
by your texts
or the way that you playing with my head
lay in bed
need some rest
when life puts you the test
I dont get it
you live in my mind
paying no rent
even when you're not by my side
I'll take it way back to the night you lied
when you cry
every single time you lie 

Chorus 1 

There ain't any feelings no more
And I hope you miss me
Like I was once adored
I'll be waiting for your call
Take a few pictures
When the leaves fall 

Verse 2 

Pick up my phone
Promise I loved you the most
But you can't see it
If you're a ghost
When I'm calling heaven
They say please hold
Please hold
I'm trying to bargain with death again
If only I could
Time to pay my expense
If only I would 
Do you think that love is a game 
My feelings ain't the same
Moving without you
Do it without you
Emotions like an addiction it haunts you 

Chorus 2 

There ain't any feelings no more
And I hope you miss me
Like I was once adored
I'll be waiting for your call
Take a few pictures
When the leaves fall 

Bridge 

Something for nothing
Not true
There's always something for you
Why did you leave so soon
It's like God had just took you
Like a friend that I knew
Got a lot to get used to
How many care it's only few
How many care it's only just you 

Verse 3 

Check on my phone
I swear that I loved you the most
But you can't see it
If you're a ghost
Left messages after the tone
When I'm calling heaven
They don't take my calls
They don't like my flow
Or the music I wrote
They don't like when I talk
Or exist at all 

I ain't tryna bargain no more
Been fucked up
Mistakes I made em all
Time to be giving it up
If only I would
I guess that I should 

Do you that life is a game
It's got some pain
I ain't tryna die young
So they can hear my name
I guess death means that you're heard
It shouldn't be like that
They should just hear you first


There ain't any feelings no more
And I hope you miss me
Like I was once adored
I'll be waiting for your call
Take a few pictures
When the leaves fall

adored (Prod. Westy Sinatra)

He woke up one morning and she was nowhere to be found. 
No notes, no calls. Just a missing person.

~~~~

Reading through the ink
Just searching for a
missing persons report
But you've only gone away from me
Even though you've
Never left before

So when will I see you?
When will I see the
Truth in your lies
When can I read the news?
Flipping through the pages of
The New York Times
But there's nothing in there
About a broken heart
Or how you disappeared
Only money, fame and criminals
To tear the world apart
In the New York Times
The New York Times

See another fallen idol
Or stock market thieves
Overdoses
Suicides
With lies told to police

But it's only sensationalist
Another reporter's twist
Can you answer my questions
And answer my calls
I'm looking around through
The black and white pages

So when will I see you?
When will I see the
Truth in your lies
When can I read the news?
Flipping through the pages of
The New York Times
But there's nothing in there
About a broken heart
Or how you disappeared
Only money, fame and criminals
To tear the world apart
In the New York Times
The New York Times

New York Times

Written, composed and recorded by Tægan

vocals were recorded first take because I was rushing but maybe one day I'll record them properly

Lyrics: 

Writing this song
with no one to listen 
cause it's not about the clout 
or the attention
it's about the art
and the legacy of talent will go on

From the start I've been writing notes
and every single line
every single word that I've been singing
every night


writing words for the wrong reasons
trying to get the racks
with some lyrical treason
admission for two
four bars a beat 
looking for you
you ain't looking for me

my songs aren't gonna bring you back 
it's a fact
but atleast
I can give these words some reason
not for the racks
just some music with a meaning


writing words for the wrong reasons
trying to get the racks
with some lyrical treason
admission for two
four bars a beat 
looking for you
you ain't looking for me

my songs aren't gonna bring you back 
it's a fact
but atleast
I can give these words some reason
not for the racks
just some music with a meaning


And they say homie you probably
wont even make it
But I've been in the game way before
they even played it 
I know the sounds that I hear when I see
the sheet music
you cant hear me crystal clear
but I dream
about acoustics
not useless
something priceless
work of art
crafted from some sounds of a broken heart
that's growing colder each second
that we're apart 
and nah

looking for you
you ain't looking for me
my songs aren't gonna bring you back 
it's a fact
but atleast
I can give these words some reason
not for the racks
just some music with a meaning

writing words for the wrong reasons
trying to get the racks
with some lyrical treason
admission for two
four bars a beat 
looking for you
you ain't looking for me

my songs aren't gonna bring you back 
it's a fact
but atleast
I can give these words some reason
not for the racks
just some music with a meaning


Tægan 🥀 - Racks

I play notes or something 🎶

Hacker ⛓

Rich and Unloveable ⚠️

Tægan ⚘

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