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Smoking Filter
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Folk
Smoking Filter was released on October 17, 2025 by Say-10 Records as a part of the album I Love the Red Trail!
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Release DateOctober 17, 2025
LabelSay-10 Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM104

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Owen Trawick
Owen Trawick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Owen Trawick
Owen Trawick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Westbrook
Mike Westbrook
Mastering Engineer
Scotty Sandwich
Scotty Sandwich
Producer

Lyrics

"Say, man, you got a joint?"
"Uh, no, not on me, man."
"It'd be a lot cooler if you did."
I shoulda just said nothing
Shoulda kept my damn mouth shut
Took off my parachute, now I'm stuck in the wreckage again
I never meant to hurt nobody
I never meant to lie to you
But everybody goes into a study expecting results, woah
I have a tendency to get caught in the little things
Like folding laundry or dates on the ice rink
And my passion has a way of muddling itself
Sorry, this shit's hard as hell
It wasn't love, I'm wrong again
How can I know until I've felt?
It wasn't love, I'm wrong again
How can I know until I've felt?
It wasn't you, I'm just off-kilter
No joint left, it's just the filter
But it wasn't love, woah, can tell you that for sure
(Woohoo!)
Oh, you're throwing a party?
Oh, sure, yeah, I'll be there
I'm sure your friend has the sickest ink and the perfect hair
But I'm taking a backseat
I gotta focus on myself
At least that's what I tell them but truth is I'm fucking scared
How do I test the water without fully falling in?
Or even worse, pulling someone with me and drowning
All I'm looking for is a little bit of clarity
Someone come and rescue me
It wasn't love, I'm wrong again
How can I know until I've felt?
It wasn't love, I'm wrong again
How can I know until I've felt?
It wasn't you, I'm just off-kilter
No joint left, it's just the filter
But it wasn't love, woah, can tell you that for sure
(Alright...)
I'm smoking filter, it's burning hot
My lungs are blackening, don't judge me but I've gotta cough
I'm smoking filter, it's burning hot
My lungs are blackening, don't judge me but I've gotta cough
I'm smoking filter, it's burning hot
My lungs are blackening, don't judge me but I've gotta cough
I'm smoking filter, it's burning hot
My lungs are blackening, don't-
(Ew!)
It wasn't love, I'm wrong again
How can I know until I've felt?
It wasn't love, I'm wrong again
How can I know until I've felt?
It wasn't you, I'm just off-kilter
No joint left, it's just the filter
But it wasn't love, woah, can tell you that for sure
But it wasn't love, woah, can tell you that for sure
(Woohoo!)
Written by: Owen Trawick
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