Lofi folk acoustic stuff by a cool ass kid from Florida
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i'm content with what was i'm content with what is & not so scared of all that will be
they tell me that yr ugly
being ok pt. 1
oh in the springtime yes it rains til it gets sunny i wish i was allowed 2 be 2 proud 2 take yr money
i just wanna luv n be luved n not have to think of you
make us so pretentious (the a couple clever words i wish my friends had never heard song)
you could be
sleepingpills&keepingstill
justwalkonby
quittingwhileyrahead (the politics of being a drunk mistake)
i'll stop getting fucked up if that means i get my life back
thank god for those ppl you’ll always love in some sad strange way, thank god for theses xanax pills they made me feel a little less insane
someday i'll love someone enough to love myself
cuz girls like you don't like boys like me
now all i'm good at doing is drugs & feeling upset
i guess i'ma pretty good person sometimes when i really think that hell might exist (thought i heard you screamin' i was dancing with my demons they're the bad things that i like too much)
but right now we're alive & well & life's too strange & beautiful to end
missedthebus
voices&peoplewhomightletyoudown (feat. t$tack$)
gandhivs.jesus
billy&mandy
all those people yr glad you forgot
we'll go to the garden & laugh & pick daisies
i wish you were still here, i wish you weren’t still (ode to terrence in the key of pouring out ol' english)
themotelroomsong
the icarus song (we all fall from grace sometimes)
oh in the springtime yes it rains til it gets sunny i wish i was allowed 2 be 2 proud 2 take yr money (maybe if i cared a lil less good things would happen)
dear john green
now you gotta ask for permission to get an abortion (i think i wanna go back to england)
we watched you kissing snowmen til yr lips turned blue
i hope that she loves me tomorrow
yr drunk & bored
yr so pretty when we're on drugs
before i hated things
tell you you deserve this
gravity song
i wish that i could walk for a mile or two inside yr skin
there's no such thing as a "friend zone", yr just a dick
i'm sorry
oh how i long for that blissful ignorance when i thought that everything was alright
crocodile tears
forgetting yr name
introvert luv song
home is where the heart is so home is in yr chest
feel a little less alone
yr prolly right
"get over it"
perdido key
set fire to the bridge you cross
tired of me
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