powderwhitelikesnow

Lyrics:
Did you really think that we were more than friends
Friends is all that i thought we would ever be
I like the way that you would talk to me
You should've asked me sooner 
but now it's too late for me to think of you that way
Anymore
I don't like you like i did
I'm sorry that we will never be something again
I wish that i was more true to myself
But i hate the way i look and lie all the time
I'll just drag you down 
You'll never be proud to be with me
So please 
Fall in love someone else
Someone who won't hurt you and make you proud
Someone who adores the way you smile
Someone who isn't me

Wrong person wrong time

https://open.spotify.com/track/5ZIIE80NheRzoIBzmo18dU?si=f78fc6c0ed884726

@melodyx_o cover
prod me

i feel like i am dead
cant get outside my heaad my head
i feel like i cant move
just dont know what to doooo
to do

i hate being alive
slit my wrist i wanna die
wish i wasnt such a guy
stay inside like all the time
life just feels like such a pain
i really hate everything
motivation is so drained
and i really hate my face like
oooo
been so long since i have cleaned my rooom
been so long since i have made my fucking bed
i feel so made fun of by all of my friends
and
i feel so degen
i wake myself
at 1 pm
i hate this life
i think of death
but im too scared
of nothingness
im not prepared
to leave this world
i wish i was
an average girl
instead i struggle to feel real
instead i struggle to see a life where i pay bills

i feel like i am dead
cant get outside my heaadd my head
i feel like i cant move
just dont know what to doooo
to do

i dont know why i try
bad decisions i just cry
see incisions on my thighs
next to prickly bumps of mine
everything is strange
why do i feel so much pain
my hair feels so disarrayed
and i cannot feel okay like
i dont have like any power
feel like my life is over
only have me to blame
throw on a skirt and
run outside again
embarrassing
myself for hours
feel ashamed my shitty mood
ive fucked my life too soon
i know i’m not doing too well
i’ll end up a jisatsu girl
if i don’t grab onto myself
if i don’t lose my fucking mind without some help

i feel like i am dead
cant get outside my heaad my head
i feel like i cant move
just dont know what to doooo
to do

jisatsu girl (自殺) (cover)

msg to delete

dear all my friends,
i hope to see you again,
found my last words with a pen,
say my fair wells while i can,
ill trap her inside my den,

ill leave her body hidden alone,
ill leave her body hidden alone,

i lost myself ever since i could remember
the frostbite on your face from the snow of december

dear my friends (razor mix)

GEORGIA

https://open.spotify.com/track/35YvzadMQu9evj1PXw3xdw?si=O9mqalcaR_SZgbRXj9xe1Q&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A6ijYfYb03EIxm7pHHHmOPn

prod me

i dont recognise myself in the mirror
im looking so much thinner i
didnt eat my dinner
my heart just isnt in it

nothing ever feels real anymore
im passed out bleeding on the bathroom floor
consumed by derealization im waiting for
u to bring me back to reality once more

u were bleeding all over
i was the first to notice
cant believe no one saw this
girl u looked so perfect

i dont recognise myself in the mirror
im looking so much thinner i
didnt eat my dinner
my heart just isnt in it

derealization

Lyrics:

JANURAY. 
WILL I GET TO KNOW?
FEBRURAY, 
I STILL DONT KNOW...
FEBRURAY, 
I STILL DONT KNOW...
MARCH COMES
I STILL DONT KNOW...

JANURAY. 
I STILL DONT KNOW...
FEBRURAY, 
I STILL DONT KNOW...
WHEN MARCH COMES
I WANT TO KNOW..
MARCH COMES...
WILL I STILL BE...

HERE.

I KNOW x9

SO CAN YOU HOLD ME CLOSE? x4

THATS STRANGE
CAN YOU HOLD ME CLOSE?


JANURAY. 
WILL I GET TO KNOW?
FEBRURAY, 
WILL I GET TO KNOW?


Freestyled By LVQ


MY OWN ENEMY

messed up my head

intent 
TRAP SOOLA
2025
Prod by BAD KID

your intentions 
will, bleed upon
you'll, do with what you will 
break your nasty scar

intent

Psalms 119 GIMEL

“Hysteria Spawns” The second murder (Annie Chapman) ignites mass panic. Headlines scream, mobs whisper, and the “Cheeky Jacky” postcard fans hysteria. The song explores how fear itself becomes fuel, an energy the killer seems to feed upon. The terror begins to feel less human, as though something unseen is drawing strength from the city’s dread.

[start]

[Intro]
Ink flows fast
Titles spill like fresh wounds. 
City scans my mark,
Yet no one knows my tone. 

[Verse 1]
Morning cracks on gore and murmurs,
Her sigh blends cold into the air.
The bazaar’s hum fades into silence,
Where her form once wandered free.

[Pre-Chorus]
Each gaze — pierces the mist.
Each sound — chasing my tread.
No beat — in the gloom.
Just the silence I guard.

[Chorus]
Terror forms the throne I claim,
Fed by your trembling hands.
Streets shiver under my gaze,
Yet grasp nothing of the truth.

[Post-Chorus]
Panic… breeds in your exhale.
And thrives… where I’ve tread.

[Verse 2]
They pen tales of Cheeky Jack
Stains spread on quivering palms
They weave my name in frenzy —
But none… perceive the core.

[Pre-Chorus]
Each shade — belongs to me.
Each murmur — I’ve woven in.
You dread — the edge in the void.
My grip — remains unfinished.

[Chorus (Variation)]
Terror forms the throne I claim,
Drawn from uneasy blood.
The streets quake in my trap,
As I sharpen my domain.

[Bridge]
Mobs surge — frenzy’s wave.
I stride unseen, untouched.
Your turmoil fuels my path.
Your dread — preserves my purity.

[Breakdown]
Dread me...
Crave me...
Label me...
Sustain me! 

[Chorus (Final Variation)]
Terror forms the throne I claim,
Shaped by desperate shouts!
Streets kneel — unaware,
Darkness… takes its toll!

[Extended Final Assault]
Your fear — the altar!
 Your screams — the hymn!
 I carve — the night open!
And the night lets me in!

[Final Hit]
I am the shadow… AND I REMAIN!

Hysteria Spawns

With over 30,000 plays to kick off 2025, DaQuan is making waves on SoundCloud with his deeply emotional and atmospheric sound. His music blends haunting, catchy melodies with a variety genres and introspective lyricism, exploring themes of spiritual warfare, heartbreak, and personal transformation. Each track feels like a journey through the depths of the soul, resonating with listeners who seek music that is both raw and otherworldly. As his presence grows, DaQuan is proving to be an artist with a vision—one that speaks to the pain, beauty, and mystery of the human experience. His debut tape, Mourning of Angels, is set to unveil his most personal and evocative work yet.

MY OWN ENEMY

DaQuan Oliver