Fresh down from D-town

Candy Paint Gospel is a night-drive through Texas soul: chrome reflections, purple skies, and whispered sermons from the city that never lost its faith.  It’s where H-Town’s slow grind meets a pulpit made of 808s.  Every track is a chapter in a southern scripture written on car doors and corner blocks, sung by saints in sneakers and angels in candy paint.  The women sing like water; the men preach like thunder.  Together they baptize the streets in bass and honeyed light.

Brays Bayou Blues

[Verse 1] 

Mayweather slip — clean as fifty and O,
Never took hits but I still made it blow.
Talk that shit but they move too slow,
I been on go since the Raf Simons show.

Kristi Yamaguchi, I glide through ice,
Cold as fuck but the fit look nice.
Chrome Hearts rings with a black-tie vice,
Talk too cheap, I charge that price.

Pulled up clean like a Netflix drop,
New season, same plot — still top.
Whole crew post like it’s TikTok prop,
I don’t do trends, I set what’s hot.

Chrome in the denim, Frank in my soul,
She want vibes — I want control.
Said she love me for my “artistic goals,”
Bitch, you love numbers, not heart or roles.

Mayweather calm when I hear that hate,
Slip through shade like a first-class gate.
Talk about me when they imitate,
Still can’t touch what I orchestrate.

Balenci on feet, no shoelace tied,
Whole fit cost like a crypto ride.
I don’t do humble, I personify pride,
Every “fuck you” sound amplified.

[Hook]

I’m in blow mode, don’t fix that sound,
Kick so loud make the floorboards bounce.
Talk that sweet, get smacked to ground,
No peace, no love — just crown.

Distort that mix, let it bleed too loud,
I don’t need fans, I need that crowd.
Mayweather slip, I dodge that cloud,
Undefeated moves — say it proud.

[Verse 2]

Uber to the party, I don’t need invite,
Drunk off praise and the neon light.
She talk love, I talk streams and rights,
Every DM feel like a highlight.

Burberry coat with a Saint Laurent tone,
Bitch, I’m rude like a cancelled phone.
Tweet too wild for a corporate loan,
Still get paid when I’m left alone.

Netflix in bed with a half-done drink,
Scroll through texts just to laugh and think.
Post that caption, delete that link,
I live in a loop — you blink, I sink.

Naomi Osaka calm on cam,
I don’t clap back — I just damn.
Too composed, too lit, too glam,
Still say “fuck you” with a grin, no spam.

I’m that tweet they quote, that clip they steal,
Still too real for a record deal.
Drip so loud, it come with feel,
I made my pain sound high-end steel.

Bitch, I’m luxury, sin, and grime,
Talk so rude but it’s still in time.
Whole damn world tryna copy my line,
I spit that truth like fine red wine.

[Hook]

I’m in blow mode, don’t fix that sound,
Kick so loud make the floorboards bounce.
Talk that sweet, get smacked to ground,
No peace, no love — just crown.

Distort that mix, let it bleed too loud,
I don’t need fans, I need that crowd.
Mayweather slip, I dodge that cloud,
Undefeated moves — say it proud.

[Verse 3]

Backseat Uber with a broken soul,
Still look good in a mirror roll.
iPhone notes full of half-made goals,
Still make hits off emotional holes.

Bitch I’m art, not algorithm,
Still pop off through cynicism.
Labels call, I don’t play that system,
They want my sound without the wisdom.

Mayweather slip — clean again,
No cuts, no loss, no fake amen.
I move through pain like I move through men,
You swing that shade, I just grin.

Serena serve when I cut that noise,
Talk so smooth make the fake lose poise.
Cash in hand while they play with toys,
Still say “fuck em” in a polite voice.

She play Drake while I count my sins,
Post my name just to bait her friends.
All that love shit always pretends,
I cut that cord when the mood descends.

Steph Curry focus when I aim that shot,
All net feel, no luck, no plot.
Whole club jump when the bass get hot,
Still that one they swear they’re not.

Fake ass lames wanna act profound,
Talk big dreams but they don’t touch ground.
I’m that sound you can’t turn down,
Still talk shit with a billion-dollar frown.

[Bridge]

Slip that hate like a silk-lined coat,
Money talk smooth in a double quote.
All that noise still drown remote,
I been this real since I first took note.

Every shade thrown just adds to worth,
Calm like death, I don’t show hurt.
Mayweather mind — I dodge, divert,
Still talk shit while I sign that merch.

[Outro Hook]

Undefeated Moves

Hennyloose x flaaco - wipe it down.m4a

Jugada X Fernatik - Keep It Real (Edit)

Promo Track

Charlottes Web - By Complete

(Hook):
chaaarlotes web
its the magnet she uses, attractin her pray
chaaarlotes web
when her abdomen oozes, you have have to obey
chaaarlotes web
attachin you to it, she has ya detained
chaaarlotes web
Forever she will own your heart

(Verse 1):
to a big suprise, your a target to this disguise
venom bein her weapon, charlotte can hypnotise
charlotte can grip a guy by the heart and she'll pinch his pride
charlotte can spin her web just as fast as she spins her lies
you think its nice, your regared as mister right
convinced you might be soul mates after the bitch arrives
why? coz now without her its harder to picture life
the parks and the picnics, all the marvelous bits ya liked
then a glimpse of light shines, a tiny atom of truth shows
it isnt much, but your find her hangin with dudes though
you want a marrige but why's it happenin too slow?
you know the answer, but fine with actin like you dont
you cruise home, and its playin in your head
shes playin you, nothin that shes sayin is correct
maybe theres another cunt layin on her bed
and your just a bit of pray stuck prayin on her web 

(Hook):
chaaarlotes web
its the magnet she uses, attractin her pray
chaaarlotes web
when her abdomen oozes, you have have to obey
chaaarlotes web
attachin you to it, she has ya detained
chaaarlotes web
Forever she will own your heart

(Verse 2):
now the arguments have started and your lettin her chill
coz when you fight back you just feel pressure and guilt
but for her, its like a pleasure, a thrill
none of this is gettin any better but still, forever you reckon it will
she threatens to kill you, threatens to leave
but even whenever she threatens, you just beg on your knees
surrender with ease, coz if you do head for your keys
shes gonna say please, i'm preggaz and then its believed
inevertabbly, your gonna see memories flea
deppression increase and many more medicine fee's
look at all the fucken illness that your head has recived
its stupid that cupid can shoot you and you get disease (aye)
the chemist you meet, your payin for your meds
you dont know why charlotte was sayin what she said
maybe theres another cunt layin on her bed
and your just a bit pray stuck prayin on her web

(Hook):
chaaarlotes web
its the magnet she uses, attractin her pray
chaaarlotes web
when her abdomen oozes, you have have to obey
chaaarlotes web
attachin you to it, she has ya detained
chaaarlotes web
Forever she will own your heart


(Verse 3):
its night time, you try to ring her but her phone is off
yous were meant to have some dinner but shes blown it off
for an hour youve waited patient and moped alot
alone you watch as the time flies on your only clock
you know she wants much more then you can provide
shes just a fucken dumb whore with numerous lies
she walks through the front door and to your suprise
who is this guy shes just walked with through to your life
she chooses to hide the fact thats hes there
but he actually stares at you while hes plattin her hair
you have to prepare yourself so youve sat on a chair
then she admits that shes been havin a massive affair
so you sat in despair, and its playin in your head
fuck, you still love her, please stay is what ya beg
but now theres another cunt layin on her bed
and your just a bit of pray stuck prayin on her web


(Hook):
chaaarlotes web
its the magnet she uses, attractin her pray
chaaarlotes web
when her abdomen oozes, you have have to obey
chaaarlotes web
attachin you to it, she has ya detained
chaaarlotes web
Forever she will own your heart



Charlottes Web - By Complete

Kaspa - The Worlds Gone Crazy

Brad Strut - The Ritual Feat Tornts

Chaz Kreme - In it for the Love (Mix and Mastered by SLoth Productions)

Keep running these up, much love !

Chaz Kreme - In it for the Love

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Thank you too everyone for their support with my music this year. im determined to get my story heard. 

1neout.

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