DSRVE is straight fire, Jordan Webb is killing it!

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Brightside

Lagoon

Stream

Fembrook Dr.

The Plug

Nostalgia

Antipasto

I’ve been
Waiting for your call all night
And I’ve sent
A million messages
I’ve had 
A stomach full of swords and knives
Then I heard
You’re one your own again

How terrible the fall
I wish that I could ask
Are you okay now?
Is he in your hands?
Damned if I’m not wrong
Skipping on our plans
You never missed me too
In my living room I

Dance inside my head
And let the monsters in the bottle come and tear me to shreds
Dance inside my head
And I’ll pretend that you called 
And told me you would be home late
Dance inside my head
And let the monsters in the bottle come and tear me to shreds
Dance inside my head
And I’ll pretend that you called 
And told me you would be home late

(Cut ties)
(On the west side)
(Survive )
(Sittin’ the wayside)
(I can’t)
(Even explain my)
(Night doesn’t make sense)
(No reparations)

(I, I, I)
(It doesn’t make sense)
(Gone by light)
(No reparations)
(I, I, I)
(I, I, I)

Pack it up and wait until I’m hit up by a solar beam
I would love to say that what you told me took a part of me
And I don’t think I’m fine
Says a part of me
It’s used to the same things
Not used to the chain game
Had to put a foot in the door to make a way
Passion spilled my drink on the floor and left a stain
May we take a minute to talk about how you changed 
It’s a mind trick
You’re a virus
On the inside

Dance inside my head
And let the monsters in the bottle come and tear me to shreds
Dance inside my head
And I’ll pretend that you called 
And told me you would be home late
Dance inside my head
And let the monsters in the bottle come and tear me to shreds
Dance inside my head
And I’ll pretend that you called 
And told me you would be home late

(Cut ties)
(On the west side)
(Survive )
(Sittin’ the wayside)
(I can’t)
(Even explain my)
(Night, doesn’t make sense)
(No reparations)

(I, I, I)
(It doesn’t make sense)
(Gone by light)
(No reparations)
(I, I, I)
(No reparations)
(I, I, I)

Winter, so many red faces
Molly, but only on occasion
Mirror, begging me to face it
 
Money, telling me to chase it 
Spun around my room, naked
Snow under my feet, amazing
Dance without a soul for entertainment
Dance without a soul for entertainment 

Winter, so many red faces
Molly, but only on occasion
Mirror, begging me to face it
Money, telling me to chase it 
Spun around my room, naked
Snow under my feet, amazing
Dance without a soul for entertainment

a million messages

DSRVE

U Don't Want Love

THIGHT

Production by: Tadl (Billionaire Boys Club™)
Credits to: Lockboy, AP-Sam, MikeL, Quite, Delite, Ufo, Softboys™
Songs written by: Lockboy, MoreThenOnes, MikeL.

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