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Quarter Life Crisis
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Teach Me How To Love
02:52
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Teach me how
Teach me how to love
Cause I don't know how
Don't know how to trust
Miss broken heart
I don’t, I don’t feel alive
Hi stranger
I’m a little impatient
Time waster
Not again, I can't take it
Romantic
Give me flowers and attention
So dramatic
On the couch
Wish I never opened my mouth
Teach me how
Teach me how to love
Cause I don’t know how
Don't know how to trust
Miss broken heart
I don’t, I don’t feel alive
Teach me how
Teach me how to love
Cause I don't know why
All the stupid boys with the stupid lies
Make me, make me feel alive
Hi you
I don't know what I’m doing
It’s true
But I know I've been through it
So scared to get to know you
So sweet or is it poison?
So dramatic
On the couch
Wish I never opened my mouth
Teach me how, baby
Teach me how, baby
Teach me how, baby
Teach me how
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3. |
Trust You
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4. |
Intro
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5. |
Poster
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6. |
Ray
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7. |
September
02:40
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September nervous
Tell me, is it sad?
That I blacked out the curtains
One too many candles
And my family singing
My eyes feel like wax
And I’m melting
Sick of the curse
I put on myself
Oh this is hell
What a mistake
I need a break
Can’t you tell?
Nobody told me about 20 Something
I’m second-guessing every second that I feel nothing
Nobody gave me a warning (a warning)
I’m second-guessing every second, guess I
I guess I’m stuck
(I guess I’m stuck)
A crack in the mirror
Another year
I need a bit of forgiveness
It tastes bittersweet
Happier than I seem but
I wanna destroy everything
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Standby Baby
04:42
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You’re in my dreams again
I don’t know what this means
My dearest friend, I wish
You planned a kiss on me
We act like kids, you’re in your thirties
I hope you find some peace in time
But lately
I’m waiting
And you’re brazen
Why can't I be your plan A?
I’m your plan C
I found another man I’m banging lately
He’s about me
You messed it up
I know your dad would’ve fucking loved me
Guess I'm your standby baby
Standby baby
Why did you say you love me?
You just ghost me when I’m in town
I don't appreciate your fake nostalgia
Your silence is so loud
Yeah, you stabbed me
In the back
Thanks for this track
Yeah, you dragged me
Through the trash
Thanks for that
We act like kids, you’re in your thirties
I hope you find some peace in time
But lately
I’m waiting
And you’re brazen
Oh Samson
Why did you let her cut your hair?
I said I’d love you
I thought we made a vow to
Never end it
Keep pretending
That you’re someone who did really care
About me
I’m never gonna be your standby baby
You’re never gonna find another like me
Standby baby
Standby baby
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9. |
Fucks Me Up
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10. |
Kiss Me on the Floor
02:54
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Heart of the party
Morning coffee
Not really lonely at all
I wish you knew me
When I was happy
Without all of the chemicals
What if I never fall in love?
I'll be sleeping on the floor
Living with my mom
What if I never get involved
With somebody
Anybody
Kiss me on the floor
This exhausting
Never ending
Game of cat and mouse
I wish you knew me
When I was pretty
Young and beautiful
Kiss me on the floor
Bitch
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Laraw Montreal, Québec
Born in Montreal to a family with Morrocan and Lebanese roots, Laraw naturally expresses herself through the universal language of music. Through her unique brand of alternative pop, she embraces authenticity without compromise. Her delicate, slightly rebellious voice sings about the trials and tribulations of the quarter-life crisis, with a spontaneity that’s utterly endearing. ... more
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