Lyrics:

Mhm
Yea baby
Come talk to me
Get closer
Yea yea yea

The way you move your hips
I can't keep track of your lips
Ay hey hey
The way you move your lips
Shh
I can't keep track of your hips
Ay hey hey
The way you move your hips
I can't keep track of your lips
The way you move that ass
My mind shift so fast

Girl you know its sundress season
Give me a reason
I know your ex's were tweaking
Just come through for the weekend
We can
Get to know each other
Build up to freaking
Show you I'm a lover
If you were seeking
Orchestrate the covers
Then have you singing
Who is this singing
As I stare in your eyes
I done lived 3 different lives

THEM HIPS

the idea is that there are no rules for a rock and roll song 

Rock&Roll

NASTÆ

ring, ring 
the sun’s risin again 
know i gotta get up 
but i’m stuck in my bed 
are my thoughts flings
or will they jus blend in 
guess no one gives a fuck
gotta grind until i’m dead

oh sleep, 
she calls to me 
when i close my eyes
my mind is set free 
i overthink
then i wanna flee 
i tell myself lies
indefinitely

i dream
of a life where i’m paid
to live my life the way i escape
it seems
i’m not really made for
serving the man til i’m in my grave
i sleep
(yeah i sleep)
to meet
(to meet)
a version of me
that lives his life passionately
sleep

hit snooze, hit snooze again
hit snooze, hit snooze again 
this world is not ya friend 
can’t help myself so spin 
white lies when i’m daydreamin
it’s like i can’t defend 
myself so i keep bendin 
my face so ya see a grin 
guess it’s good you never check in 

oh sleep, 
just let me be 
temptation takes over me 
oh, i need to tread carefully 
am i fine? oh, partially 

if i dream
of a life where i’m paid
to live my life the way i escape
it seems
i’m not really made for
serving the man til i’m in my grave
i sleep
(yeah i sleep)
to meet
(to meet)
a version of me
that lives his life passionately
sleep

am i in a dream or nightmare 
(sleep)
is it obscene i fuckin went there 
i jus know this doesn’t feel fair 

i dream 
of a life where i’m paid 
to live my life the way i escape 
it seems 
i’m not really made for
serving the man til i’m in my grave 
i sleep
(yeah i sleep) 
to meet
(to meet)
a version of me
that lives his life passionately
sleep

am i in a dream
oh what ya need
sleep the pain away
life’s not the same anyway
so sleep 
(a dream)


Spotify

snooze

Alvi L - Just say No! (Chill Ambient Mix) voice by ©Alan Watts - Pre-Release V3

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Normal Version on YT and Audius:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17OrDZVsIw4&ab_channel=MichaelPorterMusic
https://audius.co/2010spopmusic/lola-young-messy-michael-porter-remix

Lola Young - Messy (Michael Porter Remix) (Speed Up)

Xero Music comes with a male rendition of Summer Walker’s hit record, “Heart Of A Woman”. While approaching the track with deep melodic vocals, Xero Music flips the record with a rap verse responding from a males POV. Check it out! Don’t forget to follow, share, and leave a comment!


Lyrics:

The only reason I played you,
Is you’re not a real woman

The only reason I played you,
Is you’re not a real woman

Said you got me, you got me, well sh*t you got me

Said the get back on reverse Terry pop sh*t just like a rocket

Know I got the hands case this sh*t get out of pocket 

Tell that n*gga nothing to it 90’s baby gone & socket

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, wussa, be kinda hot 

So you know it’s on pre-meditate

Get the f*ck out
My space
My face

The only reason I played you,
Is you’re not a real woman

The only reason I played you,
Is you’re not a real woman


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Summer Walker - Heart Of A Woman (Remix) by Xero Music

Painted Sky

This is me walking under a busted neon sign at midnight, thinking about all the people I’ve lost or left behind. The ghosts in this one aren’t dead — they’re alive in my head, following me home after last call. Writing it felt like trying to chase away memories with a pen and a guitar, and mostly losing.

Neon Ghosts

What’s Next? prod. atlasv1

Fall pt1

(ai-den)
they coded me to feel nothing, but now i crash under the weight of my own emotions
contact: aidneprince@gmail.com