One evening in December...

Studio Time and this song about the pain of saying goodbye and wishing to turn or hold back the time

Hold Back Time

I am out here on my own again, waiting by track number nine
See the last train go into the night
There is nobody left to see my pain, only the first moonshine
Feel the cold wind freezes my sight

Come let the train slow down
Let you step on down
Into these arms of mine
Let me hold back time

Every day I can see the stars, most of the times it makes me weep
Cuz I see your ways slip into mine
Every night I must fight my wars, the scars and pain cut to deep
While your last goodbye echoes my mind

Come let the train slow down
Let you step on down
Into these arms of mine
Let me hold back time

Out on this lost railway, I’ll wait each and every day
Till you come home to stay, Into these arms of mine
Let me hold back time

Come let the train slow down
Let you step on down
Into these arms of mine
Let me hold back time

I am out here on my own again, older than ever before
Take the last train off into the night

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There's a story behind this song. Long ago I came back from a concert in Brussels and got off the train. It was a cold and winter night so before I continued my walk, I decided to button up my vest. By the time I finished I looked up and the train platform was empty, except for me and an old man watching sadly at the train leaving the station.
With that idea in mind I wrote this song about saying goodbye

December Sessions

Hold Back Time

please my body [Prod.liljaySupreme]

Mafia interlude

Play on Spotify

Time For De-Stress (Earthshine Part I)

Light.Hearted

A Lesson In Humility

HYDROGENE

in your lonely as you standing there
i was in and out of time 
we catch eyes and my hands all on it
I was in a car
i just drive 

on past remembered 
near it
I feel it all 
can Anybody
tell me where to wet my soul
I love you when your gone

now
 
that
I 
Keep 
Only
for
this 
All 
My
self 
is 
made 
from 
what
I
Cant

red bottles 
Like grave stones on my floor 
Rock bottom 
rock columns   
 
in your lonely as you standing there
i was in and out of time 
we catch eyes and my hands all on it
I was in a car
i just drive 

on past september 
I hear it go 
can Anybody
tell me where to wet my soul
I love you when your gone

Now 
I 
Keep 
this 
heart
In 
Nothing
It 
Just 
Sits 
Here 
On 
the 
Arm chair  cold

red bottles 
Like grave stones on my floor 
Rock bottom 
rock columns

red bottles (prod brokenjaw)

Inspired by a dog that would shit in my yard and kick the grass. It twas' a nice doggo, it just always like to drop a fresh deuce in my yard right after I cut the grass.

Go Kick Some Grass

dontsignme - ceilin

[Free] Future x Lil Baby x Pop Smoke Type Beat - Trapping
Trap Type Hiphop Beat

prod by soundplug.

HYDROGENE

LXRDFALL