Lifted Love

A powerful blues and soul track dripping with sensuality and confidence, The vocals are rich, gritty, and unapologetically bold — delivering each line with fiery passion and raw emotional control, The instrumentation features walking basslines, swinging drums, soulful horns, and bluesy guitar licks, all locked into a steamy mid-tempo groove, The performance balances seductive charm with vocal power, channeling both vintage blues club grit and timeless soul swagger, The mood is electric, flirtatious, and fiercely self-assured — a declaration of desire wrapped in rhythm and attitude

Sunday morning ((BeeBee Blues))

Something You Can't Get Back

"Soul on Fire" captures the essence of survival, redemption, and artistic resurrection.

Cigarettes and Regret

The Mother’s Rebuke

A bold inversion of prayer and prophecy, “The Mother’s Rebuke” is a raw, soulful rap that lifts up the divine feminine as the source of wisdom and truth. Over an R&B groove laced with funk swagger, the track challenges the Father’s throne and crowns the Mother of Wisdom with reverence. The hook chants her beauty and flame, while the verses unfold like scripture turned inside out, rebellious, poetic, and spiritual. It’s a call to awaken, to rise from shadows of domination, and to honour the womb, the river, and the eternal flame. Both hymn and battle cry, it’s a sound of devotion reimagined.

The Mother’s Rebuke

Woke up this mooorninnnn’, sun refused to shine,
Yeah, my baby gone, and the fault was mine.
Coffee’s cold, guitar’s outta tune,
Lonely rhythm playin’ in a dusty room.

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

The radio’s hummin’ some old 45,
Every note remind me, she kept me alive.
Ashtray’s full, but my heart still burns,
Ain’t no road back, just lessons learned.

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

Lord, the years roll heavy,
Like a freight train down the line.
Dreams turn to ashes,
But the blues still keep me alive.

My hands are blistered, strings cut deep,
Every note’s a secret I couldn’t keep.
If tomorrow don’t find me, at least I know,
The blues took my pain, but they saved my soul.

"But Lord… these blues, they been heavy on me."

"Mmm… set him free…"

"Rust on my soul, cracks in my shoes,
Still I walk with faith, and I pay my dues."

"Oh, carry him through… hallelujah!"

"Took my sorrow, turned it into song…
Now I know, Lord, I’m where I belong."

"Where he belong! / Hallelujah strong!"

"Rust on my soul… but the Spirit keeps me true."

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

Rust on My Soul

If It Don’t Get Better, It Will Pass

Between the beats

Half Awake, Half Gone

Lights low, my guard on mute
Heart talkin’ in substitute

I can be heat when the air turns thin,
Hands find space where words begin.
I can be skin under your breath,
Every touch a slow confess.
I can be pulse under your fist,
Beat for beat we co-exist.

I’m not tryna play safe tonight,
I just wanna feel what’s right.

Make what you want with me,
I’m open, honestly.
Let the silence set us free,
No need for prophecy.
Make what you want with me,
Just move intentionally.

I can be frame for your shadow’s fall,
Shoulder to shoulder, we take it all.
I can be breath in your collarbone,
Heat translates in undertone.
I can be wave when the tempo slides,
Bodies speak where sound hides.

I’m not tryna play safe tonight,
I just wanna feel what’s right.

Make what you want with me,
I’m open, honestly.
Let the silence set us free,
No need for prophecy.
Make what you want with me,
Just move intentionally.

No control, just clarity,
Two souls in polarity.
If the night decides our names,
Let the heat forget the shame.

Make what you want with me,
I’m open, honestly.
Let the silence set us free,
No need for prophecy.
Make what you want with me,
I’ll still be who I mean to be.
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Lights low, my guard on mute

Make what you want with me (Sensual Soul reload)

Fine dining suggestion: Billionaires. Medium rare.

Something You Can't Get Back

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