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(MORE)LOVE
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(MORE)LOVE was released on April 10, 2026 by DestinConrad / EMPIRE as a part of the album wHIMSY!
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AlbumwHIMSY!
Release DateApril 10, 2026
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DESTIN CONRAD
DESTIN CONRAD
Performer
Jean Deaux
Jean Deaux
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Goldblatt
Alex Goldblatt
Songwriter
Ryan James Carr
Ryan James Carr
Songwriter
Destin Devon Conrad
Destin Devon Conrad
Songwriter
Alexander Ben-Abdallah
Alexander Ben-Abdallah
Songwriter
Astyn Turr
Astyn Turr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Louie Lastic
Louie Lastic
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
Alex Goldblatt & Ryan James Carr
Alex Goldblatt & Ryan James Carr
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Miss self sabotage
Never alone, so what are the odds
Out on a limb and its tinted
Tried to sit still and mind my business
Everybody need loving
If a **** say its nothing, well
Yeah, right, ****
He in denial, and the dark from bein' shut in
It's not the state for a coast
The couple goals, just a crib full of ghosts
Call me Ray Stantz, remove the Ray-Bans, ah
I can clip 'em in post
'Cause goddamn
Sometimes love
Lovers turn to leavers
[Verse 2]
Ain't real when it lies or deceive you
It never clings, or needing props like honorees
I love myself too much to say I need you
Badabing, probably, a self hating prodigy
Gotta be a easier way to shake that side of me
Language, a myth with an anchor beneath
My tongue playing dead tired of people pleasing
Love, you feeling grandiose?
Love to get out you denim and get exposed
Cue the lights
Oh, I'm spot on how we making love
But we fuckin' with the socks on
Obsessing and stressing, we needing breaks
Ain't supposed to feel like a breakdown
Chasing waterfalls, cry me a lake
How you falling for me, but you hitting brakes
When it's grief, it'll bring you to you knees
Yes, love
It's the mojo in a bag of bones
A soul withers when they rather it a vagabond
Mama love me 'cause I'm paying, she a tag-along
**** chasing till they find out they can't feel me
Forever gnawing at thoughts, thinking they fear you
But love, it's no apology for the real me
How is hiding myself meant to heal you?
Love spilling out the window of a mouth
A stain on the hurt few, a haint in the church pew
Remnant of slurred blues, dream in a duvet
Hate knocking at the door like a witness at the house
Two wrongs who, will get it right for balance
To Wong Foo, with our baggage is a drag race
With love letters burnin' fresh inside the ash tray
I choose you, still, like whatever ash say
Written by: Alex Ben-Abdallah, Alex Goldblatt, Astyn Turr, DESTIN CONRAD, Ryan James Carr
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