I really loved this, so catchy 💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺

Dragons Treasure

None

The World Ahead

This song is about my mental health, an old friend who is actually family coming and going. A dance we do. #keepmakingit

Sunshine On My

Sunshine on My

Rounds and Rounds

It takes two, that’s how it all starts…

Verse 1
It feels like I’ve fallen
This is the first time
This feeling too good
I’ve never known

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Pre-Chorus
And then you know what
It’s a little cliché
But I’m a new me starting today
Alive alive alive alive

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Chorus
I say
I’m good enough

I say
I’m important here

I say
I know who I am now

I say
I’m alive alive alive

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Bridge / Vow
This is me this time
This is the way I become bones
For the rest of my days
With the woman I love
Till I grow old

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Final Chorus
And I say
Alive alive alive alive!

I say
I’m good enough

I say
I’m important here

I say
I know who I am now

I say
I’m alive alive alive

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Spoken Hook
Too long, the two parts of home were separate.
It’s bones of the home and the nails, stronger than glue.
I’m the bones.
She’s the nails too.

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Closing Line / Outro

It might be simple, but it’s true.
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It takes two — it always has. Every step, every choice, every beat is about building together. You grow by leaning into each other, not just one shining alone, but both glowing side by side. This walk is more than ceremony — it’s proof that there’s a place for every man to feel seen, to feel heard, to know there is somewhere he belongs, and to find the strength to go there.

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Bad Man

This song is for my mother — the woman who found me when I had less than a one percent chance of survival. She chose me when the world had already decided I would not make it. She fought beside me through trauma, illness, abandonment, and loss. She survived the death of my adoptive father and carried her own private storms, yet still protected me with strength, tenderness, and relentless love. And scored me the best daddy not once but twice. I’m a lucky girl. Tucker and Starks, it’s a strong combo

I create art and music because she broke a bloodline curse and rerouted my future. This song honors the truth: she didn’t just save a child. She saved me, shaped me, and gave me a life worth living.

The gate squeaks open.
Just a front door of metal.
And then
sun on the hood.

Just a stranger
in a car pulling up
like every other kind of wrong,
and I brace for impact
because that is all I ever learned to do.

Shock as you step out.
Sweet and kind pink cheeks.
Warm, steady eyes.
No phone to report,
no rush to pressure,
no dark energy to ruin,
just a face that doesn’t flinch at a kid like me.

And my chest cracks open,
a little, just a little, just a little,
just enough for the whisper to slip out.
A whisper that turned into a shout.

I had practiced in the car,
had practiced in the store—
“Will you be my mom?”

That tiny line,
that tiny breath,
all the courage I had left
trying to stay alive.
If you didn’t know it,
closer to a zombie, yet.

I whispered then I screamed:
please take me,
please don’t send me back,
please don’t let the world disappear me again.
(I’ve been dead this whole time.)

I told the whole town you were my mother.
I told the whole town he was my dad.
I claimed you with everything I had,
because safety felt like oxygen
and I had never breathed before.

No thank you—
I don’t want to continue to be the living dead.

No—not after
you drove me away from hell
with a window down.

Green outside,
air clean,
and my body knew
before I could say it:
this is the first place I have ever been allowed to live.

Not survive—live.
Moving felt weird and different,
like tasting sugar for the first time in years.

I clung to you,
tore at your shirt—
not for attention.
I could never let go.

A sharp regret
for existence I’d fight,
for proof I could matter
to someone in some way
that wasn’t waiting to throw me away.

I was never garbage.
You gave me faith in myself.

I whispered then I screamed:
please take me,
please do not let them send me back,
because you were the first good adult I ever saw,
and I was a child already done,
already empty,
already choosing death.

I guarded you with teeth.
I wouldn’t share—
not because I was mean,
but because I knew
what losing a mother feels like.

Born to mother my own,
I forced fate to give me what it owed,
and I wouldn’t survive
another one slipping through the cracks.

Not then.
Maybe not even now.
But I’ll worry about that
when I have to worry about that.

You didn’t give me a home (but you did).
You rerouted my entire future (saved a kid).
You broke a bloodline curse
in one drive down a winding road.

You changed a child ready to die
into someone who lived.
That’s very heroic.

Into me.
Didn’t you know?

You saved me
because I called out—
a monster in the dark.

But you called back.

And all things that are monsters
have shells,
and you melted it away.

I can never thank you enough for that.

Being adopted is never the end.
Being abandoned doesn’t mean you’re alone.
Choosing to leave a place that hurts
doesn’t mean you haven’t found a way
to find the love you aren’t getting.

Will You Be My Mom

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄?

ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴏɴ ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇ ʙʟᴏꜱꜱᴏᴍ ʙʟᴇꜱꜱ ❀˖°
⁵⁰⁰⁺ ᵀʳᵃᶜᵏˢ ᴼᶠ ᵀʳᵃˢʰ ᴬⁿᵈ ᵀʳᵉᵃˢᵘʳᵉ

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯
𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣
𝘞𝘰𝘳𝙩𝙝 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯

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2(e) Gifted - ⟡↯⟡

Built to design under constraint.

Thought faster than light,
a body still negotiating the laws of matter.

𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆.
𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆.
𝗧𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.

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I’m here to make music,
shape art,
and author the frameworks
that decide what comes next.

Thought breaks light speed.
Matter negotiates terms.

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✧･ﾟ:* ＲＡＰＩＤ + ＦＩＲＥ + ＲＥＳＵＭＥ *:･ﾟ✧
• 20+ 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 & 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯’
• 𝘝𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥
• 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢 — 𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 (𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴)
• 𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘬 — 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 “𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵” (𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦… 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴)
• 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 — 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘦-𝘩𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺
• 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 — 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺’𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵
• ５００＋ 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 — 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴

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✧･ﾟ: ＰＲＯＤＵＣＴＩＯＮ + ＴＩＭＥＬＩＮ𝘌 :･ﾟ✧
• 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘦 ３
• 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 ＆ 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘨
• 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 ＆ 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥)
• 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳
• 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳
• 𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘵
• 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴
• 𝘪𝘗𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 ＋ 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳 = 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 ꕤ
• 𝘔𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘵 (𝘫𝘬… 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵)

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