Prod. aotb

Recorded on my Phone 

Part of my album "Vibes from the Sky"
As a bonus track  where I mix my freestyle flows with my melodic and drill flows

Really my open journal its honestly my therapy I appreciate anyone who listens and vibes to my music means the world to me 

lemme know what y'all think of the song in the comments or what type vibes y'all want next from as always we are taking off 👨🏾‍🚀🚀✨

(Bonus Track 10)

new album  merch on my website  https://www.bonfire.com/store/sdrs-merch/


Dreams and Doubts

Tom Felton Live On Instagram February 20 2018

all the lies acoustic by the vamps but youre underwater at a pool party

shout about it by the vamps (slowed + reverb)

1776
New York City
Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?
That depends, who's asking?
Oh, sure, sir
I'm Alexander Hamilton, I'm at your service, sir
I have been looking for you
I'm getting nervous
Sir, I heard your name at Princeton
I was seeking an accelerated course of study 
When I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours
I may have punched him, it's a blur, sir
He handles the financials?
You punched the bursar?
Yes, I wanted to do what you did
Graduate in two, then join the revolution 
He looked at me like I was stupid, I'm not stupid
So how'd you do it, how'd you graduate so fast?
It was my parent's dying wish before they passed
You're an orphan, of course 
I'm an orphan
God, I wish there was a war
Then we could prove that we're worth more than anyone bargained for
Can I buy you a drink?
That would be nice
While we're talking, let me offer you some free advice
Talk less
What?
Smile more
Ha
Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for
You can't be serious
You wanna get ahead?
Yes
Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead
Aye, yo yo, yo yo, yo
What time is it?
Show time
Like I said
Show time, show time
Yo, I'm John Lauren's in the place to be (woo)
A-two pints o' Sam Adams, but I'm workin' on three, uh
Those redcoats don't want it with me
'Cause I will pop-chick-a pop these cops 'til I'm free
Aye, oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set
I came from afar just to say bonsoir
Tell the king casse-toi
Who's the best? C'est moi
Brrah, brrah, I am Hercules Mulligan
Up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard ya mother said come again
Aye, lock up ya daughters and horses, of course
It's hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets (wow)
No more sex, pour me another brew, son
Let's raise a couple more to the revolution
Well, if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton college
Aaron Burr
Give us a verse, drop some knowledge
Good luck with that, you're takin' a stand
You spit, I'ma sit
We'll see where we land (boo)
Burr, the revolution's imminent, to what do you stall for?
If you stand for nothing Burr, what'll you fall for?
Ooh, who are you? 
Who are you 
Who are you?
Ooh, who is this kid, what's he gonna do?

[HAMILTOM] Aaron Burr, Sir - Tom Felton Cover

So off the clouds of Nova Scotia,
I’ve been flying, trying to photograph my face for posters.
I’ve been sailing further from my family lately,
Driving me crazy, or, maybe that’s just me.
I’m tangled up in my own web,
It’s been sixteen days at least since I’ve seen my own bed,
I’ve been chasing dreams and sleeping less and less my mum said,
I need to relax, and be back for cups of tea,
She asks me:

Boy, how you dream so big;
When you hardly sleep at all?
Boy, how you dream so big;
When you hardly sleep at all?
Boy, how you dream so big;
When those eyelids rarely close?
I don’t know, Mum;
We’ll find out, I suppose.
I don’t know…

What, my friend? You know what?
Dress in fancy clothes; sounds fun,
I’ll admit, I even smiled a little bit in round one.
But now I’m searching for two purposes, I haven’t found one,
Driving me crazy, or, maybe that’s just me.
I sing to disappear my own mind,
Fingers in my ears, holding out for golden sunshine.
Sometimes wondering why I just can’t seem to stop time,
Find me a lady, have a baby, or maybe three, cheeky.

Boy, how you dream so big;
When you hardly sleep at all?
Boy, how you dream so big;
When you hardly sleep at all?
Boy, how you dream so big;
When those eyelids rarely shut?
And I don’t know, my friend,
But I don’t really give a-

DreAM oN (Dreamer) - Tom Felton

pov: fred and george give you the marauder’s map in the clock tower courtyard

sounds of falling snow, footsteps in snow, and a ticking clock

fred and george give you the marauder’s map

Mind’s racing, 
Been chasing,
Backwards I go.
Tail chasing, been wasting,
Away, don’t I know?

Maybe now it’s all just a bad dream;
I will wake up some day.
Laying flowers down; it’s a sad scene,
I don’t know what to say.

So take me away,
To a place I’ve never been.
I’m dark as the night,
Blue as the day’s ever been.
Ooh, ooh.
So, take me away,
To a place I’ve never been.
You can’t regret an ending if you never even let it begin.
Ooh, ooh.

So here’s hoping, 
The blue ocean,
Will wash my footprints away.
Sat back in, 
Bad traffic and I’m,
Wasting my days.

Maybe now it’s all just a bad dream;
I will wake up some day.
Laying flowers down; it’s a sad scene,
I don’t know what to say.

So take me away,
Show me something I’ve not seen.
I’m dark as the night,
Blue as the day’s ever been.
Ooh, ooh.
So, take me away,
To a place I’ve never been.
You can’t regret an ending if you never even let it begin.
Ooh, ooh.

(Instrumental)

Maybe now it’s all just a bad dream;
I will wake up some day.
Laying flowers down; it’s a sad scene,
I don’t know what to say.
I don’t know what to say.

So take me away,
To a place I’ve never been.
I’m dark as the night,
Blue as the day’s ever been.
Ooh, ooh.
So, take me away,
To a place I’ve never been.
You can’t regret an ending if you never even let it begin.
Ooh, ooh.
Ooh, yeah. 
Mmm, yeah.
Ooh yeah.
Mmm, yeah.
Ooh, ooh.

Take Me Away - Tom Felton

This is a song Tom Felton san on his livestream today 11/14/2020. I titled it I See You (Ohooo). "Ohooo I see you."

I See You (oohoo) by Tom Felton

Fairys and Feathers by Tom Felton

Tom Felton - We belong [slowed]

Basically just putting music i couldn't find on here so I could have it offline.

Fairys and Feathers by Tom Felton

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