BROKEN

The opening track to Broken, GASLIGHT sets the tone with paranoia, pressure, and a pulse that won’t quit. It’s an anthem for the overthinkers, the second-guessers, and anyone who's ever been made to feel like they’re the crazy one. Dark, melodic, and venom-laced. This is where the descent begins.

GASLIGHT

DELULU is a diss track for the fake self-care saints. The ones who dipped when it got real, then rebranded as healers. It’s toxic positivity with glitter on top and I’m ripping the mask off.

Fast bars, filthy beat, zero forgiveness. This isn’t shade. It’s a spotlight.

You left. I didn’t forget.

DELULU

SAVE ME is a cry from inside the spiral.
It’s about knowing you’re drowning and still pushing everyone away, not because you want to, but because you don’t believe you’re worth saving.
Addiction. Shame. Isolation.
This one’s not about healing... It’s about being honest that you’re not there yet.

Melodic. Desperate. Still breathing.

SAVE ME

SPICY is a dance with danger.
A twisted reggaeton-inspired flex track that mixes swagger with side-eye.
It’s playful, petty, and charged with confidence like grinding in the dark knowing you’re the problem and the prize.

Not a love song. A red flag anthem.

SPICY

OH NO is a rockabilly breakdown dressed in leather and bad decisions.
It bounces like a bar fight in your chest. Twitchy. Frantic. Grinning through the guilt.
This one’s for the moment you realize the damage wasn’t accidental. It was yours.
You lit the match. Now dance in the fire.

OH NO

COLORBLIND is about numbness disguised as strength.
It’s trying to smile when nothing feels real.
Faking peace. Swallowing pressure. Forgetting what joy even looks like.
This isn’t sadness. It’s static.
And it’s heavy as hell.

COLORBLIND

OMW is the sound of leaving without saying goodbye.
It’s that ghost-text you type but never send.
Half regret. Half release. Fully gone.

It’s not about the destination.
It’s about vanishing on purpose and hoping someone notices.

WOOP is a carnival massacre wrapped in duct tape and soaked in Bud Light.
It’s horrorcore with a smirk.
Axes, fairgrounds, fake smiles, and full-on unhinged energy.
No remorse. No filter. No survivors.

This isn’t just chaos. It’s performance.
It’s showtime.

WOOP

VIBE is a float. A fuzzy headspace where love feels real, even if your grip on reality doesn’t.
It’s the sound of trying to stay upright while your world spins. Dizzy, soft, a little slurred, but full of heart.
It’s late-night hope wrapped in a hoodie and a dead phone battery.
This one’s for the moments where the only thing holding you together is someone vibing with you.

VIBE

MOVIE is a surreal loop.
Like watching your life play out from the outside.
Every moment feels staged. Every smile looks fake.
It’s love, loss, ego, and paranoia flashing frame by frame.
You’re the main character. But you didn’t write the script.

MOVIE

REGGAY is all rhythm and pressure.
A stoned confession dressed up like a summer jam.
It sings. It raps. It cracks wide open.
You’re drifting, you’re glowing, but you’re barely holding it together.
This isn’t peace. It’s survival with melody.

Let the beat move you. Just don’t get too close.

REGGAY

ISOLATED is pop punk for the emotionally detached.
It’s loud. It’s broken. It’s catchy enough to hide the damage.
Fake smiles, blackout nights, and screaming into nothing.
If you’ve ever laughed through pain just to keep from falling apart
this one’s yours.

ISOLATED

NOT EXIST is quiet desperation in motion.
It’s not about dying. It’s about disappearing.
Wanting space from your own mind. Wanting silence from the weight of being seen.
This isn’t a cry for help. It’s a whisper to no one.
Let me live while I don't exist.

NOT EXIST

I'M GONE is the soul of this whole project.
It’s grief wrapped in poetry. Regret wrapped in prayer.
A slow burn through silence, relapse, and reaching for something sacred.
This isn’t a goodbye. It’s a confession.
Still breathing. Still breaking. Still don’t feel alive.

I'M GONE

RUN IT UP is a blackout anthem.
It’s fast. It’s loud. It’s collapsing with confidence.
Pills, prayers, bottles, and bite marks.
This is what it sounds like when the party is the problem.
When the ghost is you.
And you’re dancing with it anyway.

RUN IT UP

RUNAWAY is country soul soaked in guilt.
It’s about loving hard, failing louder, and realizing your vices know you better than your girl ever could.
The can feels safer than her touch.
But it still leaves you cold.
This one cuts deep.
Because you meant every word.
And still messed it up.

RUNAWAY

HEY MAMA is the one I didn’t wanna write.
It’s everything I wish I could tell her if she picked up the phone.
Grief’s a weird thing. Some days I feel her everywhere. Some days I don’t feel anything.
This one’s not for streams. It’s for me.
And maybe for you too, if you’ve ever lost someone that made life make sense.

HEY MAMA

I DON’T LIKE YOU is for the one who abandoned her dying mother.
You left without a word, didn’t call, didn’t clean, didn’t care.
You let everyone else carry the pain while you chased a man and played healed.
You weren’t there. Not once.
Now you pretend to be peaceful, like you didn’t help break her.
This song is what you earned.
You don't deserve forgiveness.
You deserve this.



I DONT LIKE YOU

FALL is the end of it all.
Just me. Just my voice. Just everything I had left.
This one’s about fading slow, singing through the collapse, and trying to leave something behind that still glows a little.
No layers. No flex. No fake smiles.
Just the fall.

FALL

TAB ME OUT

Recorded in my room to be heard by your ears.

BROKEN

T-Booty