Name: Please Don't Slam My Door (feat. Eileen Sho Ji) by coldwaterchris
Duration: 2 min 31 s
Description: November 2017. Mixed by Ari at 25th Street Recordings in Oakland CA

Your voice kinda reminds me of Yuna, nice song <3

No, cause i dont brush my teeth, i dont know how many times i have to tell yall. No but seriously great song

yo Chris your really good at guitar and u should keep up the really great music

I am so proud of you. I remember your Vines just playing around with the guitar and it always sounded beautiful. Thank you for sharing your music with us. =)

the production takes me back to that old OF/intanet shit

my rendition of so beautiful by musiq soulchild

do u feel the same way?

Sweet Southern Heat

[Verse 1]
I say you like a prayer—
slow Georgia drawl
words dipped in molasses
and gasoline

Your breath humid
dripping with bad decisions
making my thoughts
climb the register

The sun clings to your back
like sin on Sunday
your skin salt-kissed
tattooed in sweat and passion
I watch your hips shift—
black leather tigh
just waiting to be undone

[Pre-Chorus]
Between the church bells,
and cracked-lipped hallelujahs
you strike a match against the South’s slow burn—
and I let it take me whole

[Chorus]
Sweet southern heat
you’re a fever I can’t leave
In the red dirt night we’re smouldering
burning where the dark runs deep
Sweet southern heat
God won’t follow where we meet
Your black leather keeps the secret—
your fire’s too wild to keep

[Verse 2]
Tires hiss on the road,
radio low,
your hand on my pocket,
I forget this heat will pass.
If we don’t fade out,
we can smoulder—
stretch dusk until it sweats,
make the night peel back its skin.

[Pre-Chorus]
Two ghosts wrapped in smoke,
and honeydew.
The dark’s too soft to hold us down—
we’ll burn until we’re new.

[Chorus]
Sweet southern heat,
you’re a fever I can’t leave.
In the red dirt night we’re smouldering,
burning where the dark runs deep.
Sweet southern heat,
God won’t follow where we meet.
Your black leather keeps the secret—
your fire’s too wild to keep.

[Bridge – whispered / layered harmonies]
Strike a match,
hear the slow burn,
let the Sunday sins
have their turn.
No one watching,
just you and me,
lost in southern heat.

[Final Chorus]
Sweet southern heat,
you’re a fever I can’t leave.
In the red dirt night we’re smouldering,
burning where the dark runs deep.
Sweet southern heat,
God won’t follow where we meet.
Your black leather keeps the secret—
your fire’s too wild to keep.

Sweet Southern Heat

Guitar by Mullany Rococo
Made by Quiet Luke

♃ 

who up

slow

return

Mostly

November 2017. Mixed by Ari at 25th Street Recordings in Oakland CA

Please Don't Slam My Door (feat. Eileen Sho Ji)

Unintentional (demo)

Playroom

Heaven

Cover for Amy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9h5E1DJim-Y

Love Is A Losing Game (by Amy Winehouse)

to adore you is a door into myself 
to adore you
to adore you is a door into what helps
to adore you

song: "adore" by willow smith & jahnavi harrison
cover: me
prod: me 
vocals: me

Please Don't Slam My Door (feat. Eileen Sho Ji)

coldwaterchris

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