Gave Up on Love

The Continued Nightmare

This album is a journey through the raw essence of emotion and sound—blending smooth R&B melodies, heartfelt soul, and gritty hip hop beats. Each track is a reflection of real moments, late-night thoughts, and timeless grooves. Whether you're riding through city lights or vibing on your own, this project delivers passion, rhythm, and truth.

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Grudge

“This project is a voice note at 2AM—left on read, but still sent. A blend of Trap Soul, R&B, and Emo Rap, it’s for anyone who’s ever loved too hard, texted too late, or healed too slow. These songs ain’t just tracks—they’re receipts, regrets, relapses. Zone out, cry, heal, or just feel something. This ain’t for the club. It’s for the ride home.”

I Don't Want Your Money

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Chris Brown, Bryson Tiller - It Depends (Slowed & Reverb)

🛸Chris Brown ft Bryson Tiller - It Depends (Blasted Mix) Produced by Nick Blasted

Chris Brown ft Bryson Tiller - It Depends (Blasted Mix)

Hurts To Love Me

When the city sleeps, the dreamers rise. 🌇 Skyline Dreams is where two worlds collide — a velvet-smooth croon and a raspy street-soaked voice, weaving grit and soul into one anthem. It’s the sound of chasing light through concrete streets, turning late-night hustle into sunrise fire. This one isn’t just a song — it’s the skyline calling you higher. 🚀✨

Skyline Dreams


If love was hate… and hate was love…
Would we still call it pain,
or would we just call it us?

 “Mmm… love… hate…”)


We fight to feel, we love to bleed,
Confuse what we want with what we need.
Every kiss feels like a crime,
Every lie still sounds like a rhyme.

 Like a rhyme, like a rhyme…


 We build our heaven from broken faith.
 And call it love when we can’t escape.
Ohh, what are we running from?


If love was hate and hate was love,
Would it still hurt, or would it lift us up?
If right was wrong and wrong was right,
Would we still fight, or hold on tight?
If love was hate… and hate was love…

“Would it still be love…”)


We fall for pain like it’s holy fire,
Can’t tell devotion from desire.
Every “sorry” feels the same,
Another verse in a losing game.

 Losing game… losing game…


 Maybe we don’t know what we’re feeling.
 Maybe love’s just pain that’s healing.
If hate can hold and love can burn…
Then maybe both are lessons we learn.



If hate was love…
Would you still need me?
If love was pain…
Would you still believe me?

 “believe me… believe me…”)


If love was hate and hate was love,
Would we still pray to the stars above?
If truth was lies and lies were true,
Would I still find my way to you?


If love was hate… and hate was love…
Would it still mean… us?

“Would it still mean… us… oh yeah…”)



 Love… hate… love… hate…
If love was hate…
then I guess we never knew what it really was.



F.I.H. – “If Love Was Hate (and Hate Was Love

Musician, Artist of every flavor, Music lover. 

Inspiration like a flame needs air to breathe, grow and ignite you from inside.
Never forget the things you go through, create the individual you see growing I'm the mirror every morning. Every struggle, every hardship, and every doubter make you that much better each day. Love who you are, regardless of the opinions of others, cause in the end only you know who you are at the end of each day.

The Continued Nightmare

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