spark- i wrote this in only a 10 days and my mom followed through it and i just woke up and was like yk what i’m gonna take a chance. so if u don’t like it then u don’t like it but this is my first song i’m releasing. more in the future <3

spark

Spark

#SCFirst
thank u guys for all the love

lyrics:
verse:
i'm sick of singing bout depression
on the same old chord progression
i'd be A-Okay if I could B how you C me
but F it, and

and I can't wait till i've ascended,
to those pearly gates in heaven
if they take one look at my punk ass just forget it
i won't get in, cuz

pre:
i think life has passed me by
you can say goodbye

chorus:
ooh

verse: 
i sleep myself into a coma
on this whiskey scented sofa
strum away my days instead of trying to go for
my diploma, so

I tell myself that I'm an artist
it's how i wish to be regarded
it's a full time job being  a fucking fraud and that's where my heart is, cuz

pre:
my whole life has passed me by
you can say goodbye

chorus:
ooh

say goodbye

features sample from 'part favor' by billie eilish

show her

show her (prod. Rick Soundz)

Moonlight

Moonlight [prod. splashgvng]

can't get happy

Stream this song on all platforms:

Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/album/1SLGyn2CQKA0QkdiNjJnJn?si=_RI8Gz8ySZW7AdijPBxGdw

Apple Music - https://music.apple.com/us/album/dont-walk-away/1620025290?i=1620025291

YouTube - https://youtu.be/5COTu6Ub_Vs

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don't walk away (prod. Boyfifty)

I Lose (feat.Mak<3)

He grew accustomed to the silence, and the darkness grew on him too.
It was all the time spent waiting, that he’d change if he could.
But he couldn’t, so he waited, and the seasons came and went.
It was lonely, it was mindless, at least he’s not paying rent.

He was open to discussion, but so far, no one spoke out.
And so he kept on waiting, then there came the creeping doubt.
But doubts have no cash value, if they did, it’d help his worth.
Even still, there’s no place for it - all his pockets filled with dirt.

He wondered if they mourned him, he wondered if they cared.
He wondered if he was a ghost, they’d be so scared.
But the time was all he had now, he had time, that’s all he had.
It led to one conclusion, being dead’s not that bad.

And the clock kept right on ticking, minutes passed, the hours, days.
He kept his mind occupied, but kept running out of ways.
So the dreams he had grew fallow, and he lost all sense of time.
Just loneliness and empty words, none of them ever rhymed.

Spark

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