Second Chances

Make a grown man cry, I'm that bitch
I could ruin your life, I'm that bitch
Ain't got a girl on the side, that's tragic
And she average, fuck that bitch
Walk a man on a leash, I'm that bitch
Turn him into a freak, I'm that bitch
Versace on the beach, I'm lavish
In my bag, bitch, I'm that bitch

I'm that bitch
I'm that bitch
I'm that bitch

They call me Toxic, ain’t that Tragic 
I’d rather think of myself, as a fucking savage 
They say I’m that kid, that bitch 
I don’t see them complaining, when they’ve had this 

Make a grown man cry, I'm that bitch
I could ruin your life, I'm that bitch
Ain't got a girl on the side, that's tragic
And she average, fuck that bitch
Walk a man on a leash, I'm that bitch
Turn him into a freak, I'm that bitch
Versace on the beach, I'm lavish
In my bag, bitch, I'm that bitch

I'm that bitch
I'm that bitch
I'm that bitch

I might be that bitch but I’m not yours 
Boy, do you wanna try a little more?
I’m Adorable, but I’m not Delano 
I could have been a spy, Poirot
Where’s your hoe, where’s your hoe?
Oh, no

Make a grown man cry, I'm that bitch
I could ruin your life, I'm that bitch
Ain't got a girl on the side, that's tragic
And she average, fuck that bitch
Walk a man on a leash, I'm that bitch
Turn him into a freak, I'm that bitch
Versace on the beach, I'm lavish
In my bag, bitch, I'm that bitch

I'm that bitch
I'm that bitch
I'm that bitch

That Bitch.

Jazz house vibe about a rendezvous in Saint Tropez at a trendy vodka bar. Complemented by sexy French female vocals.

La Nuit

(Verse 1)
Depuis que j’ai vu l’espace, mes jours sont noirs,
Une fée retenue prisonnière par la gloire,
J’ai perdu ma poussière dans la guerre,
Et toutes les prières ne feront pas revenir ma chair,
J’ai dérivé jusqu’à m’échouer,
Sur une côte près de la marée,
Les vagues me parlent quand je tombe d’épuisement,
Elle me porte au grès des courant

(Chorus)
Quelque part sur Pluton on me pries,
Pendant que je suis couverte de pluie,
De la terre et la mer.
Grattant ma carcasse comme un chien plein de puce,
Je cries encore la nuit jusqu’à Vénus,

(Post-chorus)
Prions moi, tout le monde,
Je suis l’homme et la femme,
Étrangères des coutumes d’ici,
Prions moi, tout le monde,
Je suis l’homme et la femme,
Étrangères des coutumes d’ici,

(Verse 2)
Ma matière grise se divise c’est incompréhensible,
Autrefois j’aurais muté pour devenir invincible,
Mon éclat est devenue terne,
Je ne suis qu’un joyaux frêle,
Je ne ressens plus les émotions d’avant,
Ni la douleur de vos trahisons,
Une simple fée perdue dans l’espace,
Priant pour percuter un astéroïde fait de glace,
Les débris me murmure des mots,
Pour que j’avance toujours plus haut.

(Chorus)
Quelque part sur Pluton on me pries,
Pendant que je suis couverte de pluie,
De la terre et la mer.
Grattant ma carcasse comme un chien plein de puce,
Je cries encore la nuit jusqu’à Vénus,

(Post-chorus)
Prions moi, tout le monde,
Je suis l’homme et la femme,
Étrangères des coutumes d’ici,
Prions moi, tout le monde,
Je suis l’homme et la femme,
Étrangères des coutumes d’ici.

pluton.mp3

Salsa en el Malecón | Cuban House

Fire in My Veins | Deep House Original Song

The moment after the clapping keeps going, but the person has already left.

Lyrics ✨

Spotlight sugar on my skin
Say my name like it’s a win
You don’t hear me when I breathe
Only when I make you believe
Flash goes off, I freeze in place
Smile stitched to my face
You clap loud, you clap on cue
But none of it is getting through

Hands up, hands down
I bow before I touch the ground
You love me best when I’m unreal
When I don’t ask how you feel

Glass applause, cut me clean
Standing ovations for a ghost you’ve seen
You cheer so hard you never notice
I already left while you still focus
Glass applause, break my name
You love the echo, not the flame

I learned the timing of a gasp
The art of letting moments pass
You want the shimmer, not the cost
You clap the loudest when I’m lost
Every cheer is empty air
Every stare says you don’t care
You don’t want me off the stage
You want the show to never change

If I stop shining, do I fade
Or do you finally feel ashamed
If I go quiet, will you see
There was a person under me

Glass applause, watch it fall
Every cheer a paper wall
You clap so loud you never hear me leave
Standing ovations for what I used to be

Curtain drops.
Hands still clapping.

Glass Applause

It’s the way

The arrangement spotlights a heartfelt male vocal, placed front and center, Acoustic guitar provides rhythmic support, subtle fingerpicking underlines the verses, while piano weaves in emotive chords, Violin adds expressive counter-melodies, especially swelling in choruses, always serving the vocal line.

I lost my mother recently and can write it of, i hope it helps for some

i still look for you (acoustic)

Day 11 of "Shadow Blooms" and we’re feeling the pressure. 🧱⛓️ Today, the sound gets heavy—literally. Track 11: "The Weight of the Vow" is a crushing piece of Doom-Gothic. With sub-sonic basslines and ritual drums that hit like a hammer, it’s a song about the promises that are too heavy to carry, yet impossible to break. It’s slow, it’s dark, and it’s absolute. Some vows are meant to pull you under. Let the shadows seal your fate. New track every day. Submit to the weight.

Tag 11 von „Shadow Blooms“ und wir spüren den Druck. 🧱⛓️ Heute wird der Sound schwer – im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes. Track 11: „The Weight of the Vow“ ist ein erdrückendes Stück Doom-Gothic. Mit sub-sonischen Basslines und rituellen Drums, die wie ein Hammer einschlagen, erzählt er von Versprechen, die zu schwer zum Tragen und doch unmöglich zu brechen sind. Es ist langsam, es ist dunkel und es ist absolut. Manche Gelübde sind dazu da, einen unter Wasser zu ziehen. Lasst die Schatten euer Schicksal besiegeln. Jeden Tag ein neuer Track. Ergebt euch dem Gewicht.

#ShadowBlooms #TheWeightOfTheVow #DoomGothic #Studiowhitebird #DarkAmbientRock #DarkWave #AtmosphericMetal #NewMusicSeries #HeavyVibes #RitualMusic #NYCUnderground #SubBass

The Weight of the Vow

“Never look a gift horse in the mouth…
you might be questioning what God already approved.”
“God doesn’t always bless you directly. Sometimes He sends someone connected to your destiny.”
Some blessings come as people…
sent to calm you, correct you, sharpen you, and prepare you.
And when comfort matters more than growth,
you don’t just lose them,
you mishandle what Heaven entrusted to you.
“You Didn’t Just Lose Your Blessing (You Mishandled It)”
is late-night R&B for reflection, accountability, and truth.
No bitterness. No blame.
Just clarity.
#YouDidntJustLoseYourBlessing
#YouMishandledIt
#RhoniQ
#SonicDominion
#GrownManMusic
#SoulReflection
#RNBTruth
#FaithAndFeelings
#LateNightRNB
#SpiritualRealisation
#AccountabilityMusic
#IronSharpensIron
#CandlelightSoul
#HeavenSent
#AlignmentOverComfort

YOU DIDN T JUST LOSE YOUR BLESSING

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Second Chances

Anna

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