PSYCHO (feat. DJ ASHANTI)

HighSwag - Sex&Money

ко мне ближе + DJ ASHANTI (prod me + bouncegohard)

https://t.me/whoisdexey

prod socialoxygen + mirice

Алёна Пискун (Бреннан Флоу)

uhuh (dexey!)

вор судьбы

так далеко

ГЕЙ (p. dexey! & wysa)

#SWAGGA

We been fighting ‘bout nothing, baby,
And that ain’t nothing new.
Arguin’ through the night ’til the morning light,
Thunder lookin’ for a storm to roll through.
There’s dinner in the oven, lights still on,
And silence thick as glue.
You say you’re beat, but I see that spark —
I know what you wanna do.

Baby, take your time with me,
Ride me slow and sweet.
Let’s talk in tongues ’til the neighbors wake,
And the angels lose their sleep.
This ain’t forgiveness, baby,
This is fire and blues and truth.
You read my skin like scripture
And I still sing for you.

You came home late from somewhere,
Your alibi half-spun.
Said the city kept you longer,
But that story came undone.
I ain’t mad, I’m just tired of ghosts
And the way your eyes still roam.
But when your hands start reaching, baby,
Any doubt I had condones.

Baby, take your time with me,
Ride me slow and sweet.
Let’s talk in tongues ’til the neighbors wake,
And the angels lose their sleep.
This ain’t forgiveness, baby,
This is fire and blues and truth.
You read my skin like scripture
And I still sing for you.

We got sirens out our windows,
And smoke in every word.
Our bodies crack, old vinyl records —
Scratched but still can be heard.
The streetlights lean in listening,
To hear how bruised hearts mend.
We trade our hurt for rhythm,
While you take my breath again.

So lay me down, don’t speak a thing,
Let rhythm have its say.
We’ll make our peace with sweat and sound,
And find our prayer that way.
This ain’t redemption, honey,
It’s a promise tried and true.
You read my skin like scripture
And I still sing for you.

I Still Sing for You