Hollywood high ahh song ( I love it please make more like this 😎”

rotating grove 13

Child of Divorce

Bloodsucker

hex w/ Skyte & Bunii

People Pleaser

Thx nicole for the duck but its not as good as mine
@prodpishogue for the instrumental show him love

pray that you dont,
break my heart
you got a reputation
and all those scars 
on your arms
youre such a killer baby
i wish youd just
pick a side
i hate your indecision

when you lie, it dont make me feel okay,
girl i get paranoid
i dont whats all inside my brain
girl i feel theres a void
inside my chest, and you could fall in
and you could fall in
girl cus im cavin in

ion even wanna talk cus ur so dumb
u dont see no signs girl
you dont care to show nun

ur always on sum bruh
why you been tweaking
its been a few months and u already geekin, im done

im thru, this ketel got me thru the roof
if i had to choose, i probably would kill you
then me, im sort of a creep,
cus when i love you, imma make sure that you love me

im already paranoid dont make it worse

Blush

Doggy (feat. Love Spells & Truly Young)

Rocket

Great Pretender

jenny's

White Lighter

EARWORM

ALIEN

MEDICINE

I KINDA LIKE THAT

LITTLE MISS JADED

Past Won't Leave My Bed

In Order

overagain

Images of Love

Storm-wet pavement,
Rain drips down her boots,
Lip-smudged vape pen,
Gasoline perfume bloom.

She rips the tape off her ribs,
Mascara streaks like roadkill oil,
Leather jacket, busted zipper,
Bike lane grin, back lane loyal.
Black lace caught on barbed wire,
Sweat-salt on her neck
Chain-hiss engine idles behind her—
Her breath ignites the dark like a fuse

Bite of copper on her lips
Anger in her knuckles rising—
The night leans in, hungry to bruise

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Foam-slick beer on the pool table rail,
He watches her cue crack bone-clean,
Jawline stubble lined with rust,
Hands nicked up from a midnight scene.
She leans in, breath like molten sugar,
Boot tip hooks his belt loop tight,
Tongue tastes whiskey off his collar—
DJ digs in his crate for a longer night

Bassline pulse runs through her back
His hand locked on her leather sleeve—
Her kick slams the speakers like a fight

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Alley steam curls up her thighs,
Tattoo ink hot beneath the tongues,
Silver chain pulled taut at her throat,
Heart beats hard between the lungs
She bites his ears, leaves a stripe,
Teeth shine violent as a flare,
Sirens smear against the skyline—
and she kisses him raw as they stare

Sweat fog dancing from floor to glass,
Exhaust desire, body to frame—
She drags the moon down by its hair

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Steel breaks steel,  they run from the crash
Candles burning, wax melts slow,
Boot heels pressed against the fractured chrome—
Her final smile blows the city to ash


Diesel Angel (Chrome)

I KINDA LIKE THAT

LAUNDRY DAY

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