Ever meet someone who is over the top with seeking attention and not always in the healthiest way? That's what Flaunt is all about.

FLAUNT

DON'T GIVE UP

Wild Again

Written By: Michael Conover

“This is a DJ ACARTHUS exclusive”

Yeah I’m smoking loud, yeah I’m smoking heavy 
Ridin’ uptown in my old school Chevy 
Drop the top, got you feelin’ real hot 
Your pissed at me, but your baby mama not 
Do her one time, I make that pussy pop 
I poke your ass, then I pop the glock 

Yuh, body for body, shawty for shawty 
Dope in my nose, got me feelin’ all snotty 
I come around now she feelin’ naughty 
Flowin’ in my blood, these other rappers should be ashamed 
Picked my feel up off the ground then made a name 

Now they all copy, yuh tryna be the same 
One thing I’ll never do is sign for some money and the fame 
This power and respect worth way more to me 
Now let me get back to smokin’ on this weed

Everything is worse at night

The Smoking Song (Prod. DJ ACARTHUS)

Orange Drink’s second release Narcolepsy takes you on an out-of-body experience as a narrator takes you on a flashback, detailing his self-implosion in 5 genre-jumping songs.

Sleeping Is Not A Crime

“The Sons of Noah” is a reflective folk song inspired by Genesis 9:18–28, telling the story of Noah and his sons in the fragile days after the flood.
It explores themes of family tension, honor, compassion, and the lasting weight of our choices. Through gentle storytelling and acoustic folk imagery, the song reimagines this ancient moment—not as a tale of judgment, but as a reminder of how mercy, dignity, and humility can shape our relationships.

Perfect for listeners who enjoy narrative-driven songwriting, biblical storytelling, or acoustic folk with a thoughtful, emotional core.

Genesis 9 Part 2: The Sons of Noah

“Cravings” – a late-night haze of syrupy chords, woozy drums, and spaced-out melodies that blur the line between missing her and just missing reality. 4 days of obsessive tweaking to bottle that Flying Lotus × Knxwledge × J Dilla × Mndsgn feeling: warm, trippy, a little heartbroken, a little high. Perfect for 3 a.m. drives, blunt cruises, or sliding into the DMs of someone you’re low-key addicted to. Close your eyes, press play, and let it melt. ♡

Smooth, psychedelic soul from Sydney. © Klaydo 2025

#FlyingLotusVibes #KnxwledgeType #LoFiHipHop #PsychedelicSoul #Chillhop #FutureBeats #AustralianBeats

Cravings

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.

Empty echoes in my head
Put me in a place of dread
And I realize that all the books I’ve read
Haven’t taught me nothing.

I’m back at beginning and beginning 
To budge got a grudge and not one nut
But I’m a nut that’ll gut any putz in the palodeum explode on him and load the kid with holes and shit…

Im here now
And I hear sounds
And I’m near proud
Of my mouth
And what comes out

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.

I’m present
And resent
Both the past 
And the future
Feel super
Deal hoopla 
Real shooter
Meal looter
Tree climber
Line doer 
Fine, neuter 
Me I’m zany 
And crazy
And maybe
The day B
Too short
For these
Contortions
Of thought 
Your style
Is store bought
My swag is all wrought 
brought with thought

Im here now
And I hear sounds
And I’m near proud
Of my mouth
And what comes out

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.

Galaxies Of Tragedy Ft. Gina Da Lesbian

​We baked up the cookies and drove to the lights
Bundled in coats on a Christmas Eve night
The next day,
I shook you awake screaming "Santa came!"
Waitin' all day for the Cowboys game
​We watched the Parade on the kitchen TV
Then cheered for "America's Team" with the family
Sitting on the carpet of the living room floor
I never thought to ask for anything 
​'Cause Christmas used to be more
About the presence than the presents
It didn’t matter we were poor
'Cause we counted all our blessings
​You tried your best
And we felt blessed
Yeah, we had love and nothing less
​But now I watch you sweat
Going into debt
Just to try and buy our love
​You're taking care of Grandma but you're hardly even there
Lost inside a Facebook feed, sinking in the chair
Getting angry at the videos, believing every lie
While your health is getting worse as the years go flying by
​You buy expensive toys that the grandkids don't need
Planting ten thousand dollars of a debt-collecting seed
Trying to pay for a connection that you can't afford to give
Is this really how you wanted us to live?
​'Cause Christmas used to be more
About the presence than the presents
It didn’t matter we were poor
'Cause we counted all our blessings
​You tried your best
And we felt blessed
Yeah, we had love and nothing less
​But now I watch you sweat
Going into debt
Just to try and buy our love
​We don't need the stuff, we just want you here
But you're drifting away a little more every year
Stop killing yourself trying to settle the score
And just be the parent you were before
Yeah, just be the parent you were before...
​'Cause I miss your presence
Yeah, I miss your presence.

Christmas presence

Take a chance

Already gold

Hello there, my name is Tim Ryan. Founder and songwriter here at Songwriters Notebook. We are a collaboration of talented session musicians, Vocalists, And writers creating music and bringing your ideas to the next level.  If you are interested in releasing your song ideas through Songwriter's Notebook, feel free to contact us directly via email here: asongwritersnotebook@gmail.com Thank you for listening, and let's be creative together!