Subject to Change

Nicer

All Around Me

Young” has always been one of those songs that captured the feeling of freedom, confusion, and the beauty of growing up. I was 16 when I first heard it, and it hit me in a real way – the kind of song you go back to whenever you need to remember why music hits so hard.

Doing this cover wasn’t about copying – it was about translating that emotion into my own sound. I wanted to give it that raw, late-night energy, the kind that keeps you awake but still feels nostalgic. The Swedish touch. The more I worked on it, the more it became not just a cover, but my own way of reliving that story.

It’s simple. It’s driven. It’s honest. It’s straight from the heart – and hell’a hard. Hopefully, it hits you the same way it hit me while creating it.

👉 Can we make this so big that even The Chainsmokers will hear it? 👀🔥

If you vibe with the track, give it a like and drop a comment – it would mean the world 🩵

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The Chainsmokers – Young (Remake by ANDERO)

Rebels

The Sound Of Your Voice

S.T.A.Y.

Thoughts

Patience

Golf On TV

Golf On TV (feat. JP Saxe)

SnOoZe

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LYRICS:
The way you move is something I just can’t explain
The way you touch, the way you fuck me
This craving never ever ever goes away, away

I know you really don’t like to talk about it
Remember when you cried in the car about it
I know I saw a side of you that I never saw yet
And I’ll never let that go

You won’t admit it but it’s kinda so obvious
That you wish I’d get my shit together, fuckin acknowledge
You said you’re nothing like my ex and babe I wanna believe that
I swear I wanna believe it
And I said

CHORUS
We can go to Paris
Fuck your parents, let’s go
Your friends don’t know me 
They just know the way you won’t let me go
And I don’t give a fuck about losing control
I tried to warn you babe
And now you’re just frustrated

I know that you’re frustrated
I promise I frustrate me too
I know that you’re frustrated
I’m sorry you're frustrated…. 

But it goes so hard when we go that far
Drive at night in my race car
You look so good but you feel so far
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
That every single ounce of conversation’s about the way
That I don’t know how to trust and I don’t wanna admit it
Cause if I talk about it, how am I supposed to forget it?
Anxiety is a bitch and I don’t wanna be in it

Fuck it, I’m in love
And fuck it if it’s hard
Drive all night til I let down my guard
You taste so good and you look like art
And she said… 

CHORUS
We can go to Paris
Fuck your parents, let’s go
Your friends don’t know me 
They just know the way you won’t let me go
And I don’t give a fuck about losing control
I tried to warn you babe
And now you’re just frustrated

I know that you’re frustrated
I promise I frustrate me too
I’m sorry you’re frustrated
I’m sorry you're frustrated
2x

LYRICS:
The way you move is something I just can’t explain
The way you touch, the way you fuck me
This craving never ever ever goes away, away

I know you really don’t like to talk about it
Remember when you cried in the car about it
I know I saw a side of you that I never saw yet
And I’ll never let that go

You won’t admit it but it’s kinda so obvious
That you wish I’d get my shit together, fuckin acknowledge
You said you’re nothing like my ex and babe I wanna believe that
I swear I wanna believe it
And I said

CHORUS
We can go to Paris
Fuck your parents, let’s go
Your friends don’t know me 
They just know the way you won’t let me go
And I don’t give a fuck about losing control
I tried to warn you babe
And now you’re just frustrated

I know that you’re frustrated
I promise I frustrate me too
I know that you’re frustrated
I’m sorry you're frustrated…. 

But it goes so hard when we go that far
Drive at night in my race car
You look so good but you feel so far
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
That every single ounce of conversation’s about the way
That I don’t know how to trust and I don’t wanna admit it
Cause if I talk about it, how am I supposed to forget it?
Anxiety is a bitch and I don’t wanna be in it

Fuck it, I’m in love
And fuck it if it’s hard
Drive all night til I let down my guard
You taste so good and you look like art
And she said… 

CHORUS
We can go to Paris
Fuck your parents, let’s go
Your friends don’t know me 
They just know the way you won’t let me go
And I don’t give a fuck about losing control
I tried to warn you babe
And now you’re just frustrated

I know that you’re frustrated
I promise I frustrate me too
I’m sorry you’re frustrated
I’m sorry you're frustrated
2x

Frustrated

Soft Landing

S.T.A.Y.

NIGHTLY