Huge shout out to IMC!

The beat is by Westcoast Disa, Go follow them on youtube!
https://youtube.com/@westcoastdisa?si=8809SQ6HV1XJWaEW

Big thanks to Bakes for the feature!

Hit Me Up - Remix (feat. Bakes)

Lord, You say I'm chosen,
I'm just a man with no idea where he's goin' 
Get on the road and on my way I start hopin' 
That I could probably get away. 
Don't even know why I'm runnin', 
Check everyday over my shoulder, there's nothin'. 
But there's a reason why I feel like there's somethin', touchin', reachin' in my face. 

Well, there's this creek in Carolina, 
I've hung my head over and cried, 
And sent my angers to the skylines, 
Thrown my curses to the tides.

Cuz I get livid when I miss you, 
And I blame God just cuz it's easy, 
And if He brought you on back to Earth
One day, He could take my soul and keep it.

I'm feelin' tired, 
My mind is grievin', got this achin' desire. 
To set this whole damn world on fire 
Til them pearly gates set free. 

Well, there's this river up in Raleigh. 
That I got overwhelmed in love, 
And that's the same place I met Jesus
Still had malice on my tongue, 

Cuz I get livid when I miss you, 
And I blame God just cuz it's easy, 
But if He brought you back to Earth
Some day, He could take my soul and keep it.
You can have it, Lord I don't need it.
Would You trade our place if I believe? 
Cuz You can have it, Lord I don't need it. 
Take my soul, take my soul.

Take My Soul

(Oh, Lord. Oh, Lord.) 

I might think I ain’t afraid of flyin’ solo. 
Til the Lord comes back around and humbles me.
He said, "son, there's things in life that you just don't know, 
But it'll all work out, just trust, I guarantee." 

But I can't find my solace in this pain. 
I feel like my spirit givin' in to all the weight. 

Heal my mind
Free my soul and hear my cry, oh Lord. 
Strip me down, take my all and kill my pride. 
I feel like Moses, I'm drownin', this sea overcloudin' me, 
Beggin' someone to reach and pull me out of it. 
Free my mind, 
Heal my soul, oh, hear my cry. 
(Oh, Lord) 

I have this everlasting battle livin' in my head. 
That if you're a man you gotta walk this life alone.
But I've gone down to my knees at the altar. 
Felt every hand in the church send a prayer, 
But I won't pretend like my thoughts never falter
Like they were just shippin' their hopes to the air.

But I can't find my solace in this pain. 
I feel like my spirit givin' in to all the weight. 

Heal my mind
Free my soul and hear my cry, oh Lord. 
Strip me down, take my all and kill my pride. 
I feel like Moses, I'm drownin', this sea overcloudin' me, 
Beggin' someone to reach and pull me out of it. 
Free my mind, 
Heal my soul, oh, hear my cry. 
(Oh, Lord) 

Heal my mind
Free my soul and hear my cry, oh Lord. 
Strip me down, take my all and kill my pride. 
I feel like Moses, I'm drownin', this sea overcloudin' me, 
Beggin' someone to reach and pull me out of it. 
Free my mind, 
Heal my soul, oh, hear my cry. 
(Oh, Lord)

Psalm 61:1

I need to find my missin' rib, 
I need a faithful woman who knows who Jesus is. 
She don't have to be perfect, just holy. 
A kind soul that angers slowly. 
With a heart that cleans my skin. 
And, Lord, let her take me as I am, 
This out of order kind of man. 
But with a soul of bliss within. 

I'll send this prayer down the riverstream. 
And You return her on back to me 

Send me an angel, straight out of paradise, 
Make her a sight for sore eyes and bless em. 
Make the beauty of her gaze fee justl like fallin in love in Heaven
Make our love strong, and real, and light, but heavy. 
Tell that little blessin' I'm ready.
You gave me all the pain that I thought I couldn't handle, 
So send me an angel.

Send me an angel. 
Send me the world above my stars, 
Show me a song I can sing to her, words I can say that'll mend her broken heart. 
Lord, I ain't perfect, make me a better man, God, she deserves it.
I wanna heal all the places that she's hurtin'.
Release them all, Father, all of her burdens

I'll send this prayer down the riverstream. 
And You return her on back to me 

Send me an angel, straight out of paradise, 
Make her a sight for sore eyes and bless em. 
Make the beauty of her gaze feel just like fallin in love in Heaven
Make our love strong, and real, and light, but heavy. 
Tell that little blessin' I'm ready.
You gave me all the pain that I thought I couldn't handle, 
So send me an angel.

Send me an angel, straight out of paradise, 
Make her a sight for sore eyes and bless em. 
Make the beauty of her gaze feel just like fallin in love in Heaven
Make our love strong, and real, and light, but heavy. 
Tell that little blessin' I'm ready.
You gave me all the pain that I thought I couldn't handle, 
So send me an angel.

Send me an angel, send me an angel, send me the world above my stars. 

Send me an angel, send me an angel.

Send Me An Angel

I ain't scared, but I'm hopeless. 
Been down this road so much I know where I'm goin'. 
But I still get lost between the trees. 
And I ain't here, but I'm present. 
And the Light outside is beggin' for my attention, 
But the devil's grabbin at my feet. 
I wanna say that I'm better now, 
Don't ever think about the heat, or the sand,  or the barracks now. 
But I'd be lyin', still hear the sound of the bullet whippin' past when I'm drivin'. 
I been takin' time to heal before I make my way to that river bank again. 
But I can hear the sound of the trickle callin' me in. 

I feel older, and wiser now, 
But I'm still that ole boy in the back of that house. 
With his guitar and his head up in the clouds, 
and when he can’t let his feelings out, 
He grabs his book, and his pen to the river and he airs em out,
Cuz he can hide but he knows he can’t run, 
From the Sun when it wants to come up.

I lose faith, I'll admit it. 
Some days it's strong, somedays I wanna forget it.
Somedays I feel defeated in the doubts. 
Then the light burns on my skin and 
When the Sun goes down the moon sears and it bends it, 
Beggin' me to make my last call out, 
I'm gettin' desperate here,
I need supplication, a listenin' ear. 
I need some who knows how to make me whole again. 
And tell me my soul is ruptured and torn, shattered and damaged, and takin' a toll. 
And that I need to leave my achin' prayers on the riverbend. 

I feel older, and wiser now, 
But I'm still that ole boy in the back of that house. 
With my guitar and my head up in the clouds, 
and when I can’t his my feelings out, 
I grab my book, and my pen to the river and I air em out,
Cuz I can hide but I knows I can’t run, 
From the Sun when it wants to come up.

Cuz he can hide but he knows he can’t run, 
From the Sun when it wants to come up.

[background vocal]
and when he can’t let his feelings out, 
He grabs his book, and his pen to the river and he airs em out,
Cuz he can hide but he knows he can’t run, 
From the Sun when it wants to come up. 


Sun Comin' Up

we are not singing to each other we are both in very happy relationships #Charlayla #Larty!!

LYRICS;

Can you catch this vibe,
Take me home tonight,
Looking like my type,
Make you feel so good, make you feel so right

Can you catch this vibe,
Take me home tonight,
Looking like my type,
Make you feel so good, make you feel so right

I've heard about you,
I know a lot of things,
You're a man with finer taste,
Expensive cars and diamond rings,
What ya know about pleasure,
Because I can take you higher,
One thing on my mind,
And it's your desire,

Pull up, pull up,
And I'll wear my favourite two piece,
The ones with, the bows,
The kind you see in your, dreams,
Feeling, religious,
The way I'm staying on my knees,
So if you please,

Can you catch this vibe,
Take me home tonight,
Looking like my type,
Make you feel so good, make you feel so right

Said she want a romantic, not a gangster,
Put her in a two man whip with a rapper,
Has the vibe changed, wait let me ask her,
Has she got the Will like Smith, call the actor,
Can you catch a vibe tonight at the afters,
Lay out the red carpet like the baftas,
I take my time with the 5 out of 5,
Don't do no crime cause we strive for the best,
Catch a vibe with the rest,
Ride top down in the whip with a vest,
With the 762 strapped close to the chest,
All these other fucked up dudes looking pressed,
Got my girl and you know that I'm blessed,
Can't catch a vibe, then you know she's a waste,
Call my girl, hop round to my place,
Clothes off got my hands on her waist,
Girl take it away

Can you catch this vibe (catch this vibe),
Take me home tonight (home tonight),
Looking like my type (my type),
Make you feel so good, make you feel so right (make you feel so right babe),

So just pull up, pull up,
Pull up, pull up,
Can you catch this vibe?

Vibe Ft. Bakes

Last Chance ft. Bobby Brantley ( Prod. Lee Wong )

Claire - Desire

By My Side Ft. Murph

yeah yeah I didn't exist 
reason that I left was cause Im the menace 
everybody looked at me like im a loose cannon
lets start some anarchy im embracing the menace
bitch I'll spin again every single hour
thinking that they did some shit but this just gave me power
bitch im spreading like virus I feel like some malware 
try to make a straight diss instead of the leaning tower
yeah why is everybody yappin too much 
my dick stuck in yalls teeth like arugula,
why he speaking with his hair fucked up like super cuts
I don't really understand, this the one now we done,
yeah yeah mini me yeah yeah lil dee
giving that lil meat that nobody wants to eat,  
aye look at my feed bitch I don't wanna see it 
I don't give a fuck about who u or u or u or he is,
why you hitting us up why you dissing us fuck
I just wanna spread love now i got to push n shove,   
I just wanna say "whats up" cause you know that shit was tough
n not gonna lie to yo face yo shit is really rough,
this lil boy had a chance to drop his diss quick
but backed out a lil because he turned to a bitch,
now look he claiming that he be a demon
good once I finish nobody gon be grieving,
Bitch why you talking all the shit out yo mouth with that gang uh
you guys took off all your shit like you bitch made yuh,
you couldn't call me a bitch in front of my face
and you got scared to drop that track like bitch you not okay,
went to go talk to manny you didn't want to diss him
cause you got scared to run it cause u had no chance to win,
then here we are right now you really went on a whim
should've looked into me cause I know that ima win,
Aye look at my wrist look at my diamonds on my bitch
look at my prime and im on that shit look at the lime being sour as shit,
god damn, rocking imc only reason for this team
is cause you could never place a spot in the real league,
yeah, pussy bitch you weak put you on movie screen
keshi needs to help you write yo shit down cause that shit be beans,
how you guys getting fucked by singing guy
I don't really do this but all you guys are fried,
JMILLS got no mills that shit kinda funny
he claims hes a shoota but poo with the gunny,
who you tryin to be big pop smoke wannabe
you gon get pop smoked let the pop blow I just pop hoes,
are you kidding me? who the fuck are those guys
we divinity ima go and fucking slide,
cades bitch please you projecting that line
never diss me the dark hurts more than the light,

Anarchy - Mr. Lite

'Hold The Ferry' is not just a song; it's a rain-slicked pier at twilight, a cinematic snapshot of a moment stretched to its breaking point.

http://stevesokolowski.com/songs/hold-the-ferry/traditional/

Other versions:
Modern:  https://stevesokolowski.com/songs/hold-the-ferry/modern/
Definitive:  https://stevesokolowski.com/songs/hold-the-ferry/definitive/

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Timetables blink; a bulb goes soft with age.
Ticket ink has bled along my name.
Your scarf is folded in my pocket’s lining—
salt and wool, a quiet kind of flame.

A turnstile counts the promises we made;
the river answers only in its sway.
A gull draws one slow stitch across the harbor;
I almost say the thing I shouldn’t say.

Hold the ferry. Keep her idling near.
Hold the ferry. I’m still on the pier.
Hold the ferry. Let the ropes stay tight.
I’ll make it to the gangway if you buy me one more night.

The café shutters rattle in their sleep.
A matchbook sighs inside my coat’s left seam.
Your last small letter keeps its corner folded—
a harbor drawn in pencil, half a dream.

The clock hand leans, uncertain as a hand.
A foghorn falls through bars of colored rain.
I count to ten, then start again at zero;
the platform boards remember where you came.

Hold the ferry. Keep her idling near.
Hold the ferry. I’m still on the pier.
Hold the ferry. Let the ropes stay tight.
I’ll make it down the ramp if you buy me one more night.

If time were kind, it wouldn’t take a fare.
It wouldn’t stamp the corner of our speech.
It wouldn’t close the gate while I was waving—
it wouldn’t name the distance out of reach.

Hold the ferry. Keep her idling near.
Hold the ferry. I’m still on the pier.
Hold the ferry. Write my name in light—
then dim it to a pulse until the morning finds its sight.

Hold the ferry....
Hold the ferry....

Send Me An Angel

Bobby Brantley

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