All Unreleased Tate McRae

Tate McRae - Fuck Off (Unreleased)

Tate McRae - Perfect Picture

Figure You Out 🅴

Seven Billion

Grieved You

Tate McRae- Like That (unreleased)

Bad Girl

Falling Backwards

Overplayed

Get It

Best At It

Tough (sex talks)

I am breaking my own back tryna beg for you😩

From SCTW

Tough

Nothing Into Something


It’s all messed up
How I have to be hard
Just to be with you
I’m not so tough
Or so sure of myself
I just do what I’ve got to do

I’m not gonna wait here
Night after night
Hoping that you’ll come around
I can’t always be there
Picking you up
Every time you fall down

What I wouldn’t do
To be with you every night
What I wouldn’t give
To hear you say
Only my love
Can make everything feel alright
And that you love me too
What I wouldn’t do
Baby, what I wouldn’t do

I’m not gonna fix you
When you’re all strung out
And crazy over somebody else
If I spend my life forgiving you, baby
I’d never forgive myself

I’m not gonna stay here with you
And fuck up my life
Knowing you won't come around
I can’t always be there
Picking you up
Every time you fall down

What I wouldn’t do
To be with you every night
What I wouldn’t give
To hear you say
Only my love
Can make everything feel alright
And that you love me too
What I wouldn’t do
Baby, what I wouldn’t do
What I wouldn't do

What I Wouldn't Do

(Verse 1)

There’s a sadness with no meaning,
No reason I can name.
There’s an emptiness that waits for fill,
For more words and phrases to tame.

(Chorus)
Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel the spark,
A reason to light the softer parts.
Even the stillness has things to teach—
A turn of phrase or a part of speech.

(Verse 2)
I don't know who I am fooling,
I’m not being lazy, not sighing or deep—
I’m not sure that what I am writing
Is something that I want to keep.

(Chorus)
Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel the spark,
A reason to light the softer parts.
Even the stillness has things to teach—
A turn of phrase, a part of speech.

(Verse 3)
Should I want someone to see?
Do they want to see more of me?
This stillness wraps too tight for me—
It’s strangling the voice I used to be.

(Bridge)
I am falling, and I’m not fine.
Just slipping past the warning signs.
Not hurt enough to call it sprained—
And too much numb to feel the pain.

(Chorus)
Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel the spark,
A reason to light the softer parts.
Even the stillness has things to teach—
A turn of phrase or a part of speech.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel the spark,
A reason to light the softer parts.
Even the stillness has things to teach—
A turn of phrase or a part of speech.

Is it in my head or under my nose?
I need to think, try to compose.
I'll land a worded beauty—
And write the perfect prose.

There’s still so much waiting to be exposed.

***** Description *****

Blank Paper is a quiet confession, sung in a voice that is warm, weary, and searching. It drifts like smoke around the edges of thought, capturing the ache of a writer staring into silence, waiting for words that refuse to arrive. The verses move with gentle honesty, admitting doubt, fatigue, and the stranglehold of stillness, while the chorus holds onto a fragile hope—that perhaps tomorrow, inspiration will return.

Musically, it belongs to the intimate world of a Norah Jones–style ballad—soft, close, unadorned, the kind of song that feels like it’s being whispered across a kitchen table at midnight. There’s no grand flourish, only the tender persistence of someone who has carried words their whole life, now wrestling with their absence.

The cover reflects this essence: a wavering, glowing page, out of focus, not yet written on—symbolizing both the emptiness and the potential.

At its heart, Blank Paper is less about despair than about vulnerability. It is the sound of being suspended between silence and expression, knowing that even the struggle to write is its own kind of truth.

Blank Paper

I thought I’d be happy, it feels like I’m cursed, It’s hard to be clean when you play in the dirt, I thought it’d get better, but it’s getting worse, I look up to God like when did this happen, I’m doing things I never imagined……

I hang up the phone these are more than just words.

Tate McRae - Perfect Picture

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