Chris Brown - Under The Influence x Rihanna ft. Future - Love song (SynCode mashup)

"Welcome to the pain you gave, the scars I hold.
This time, I’m walking out; shit's getting old."

Late nights, Late nights, I’m drowning in the sound,
Thought I’d be safe with you, but you let me down.
Fake love, fake love, promises, just a lie,
I danced through your fire, now I’m saying goodbye.

Fast cars, fast life, you live in disguise,
But I see through the mask, see the truth in your eyes.
I’m running free now, past the this bright signs,
This is my story—I’m rewriting the lines.

Took all my heart, left me torn and burned,
I learned to walk alone; tables have turned.
Can’t feel nothin’, I’m numb—you don’t hurt no more,
I’m stronger now, walking through the door. (No more)

Welcome to hurt, welcome to the end,
No more games, no more pretend.
I’m stepping out of your twisted world,
Leaving the pain, escaping your hold.
Welcome to hurt, welcome to pain,
Now you’ll see, I’m done and never again.

Flashing signs, crowded streets, all blurred in my sight,
You thought I’d chase you down, try to make it right.
But this city speaks, louder than you could,
Telling me to move on, like I know I should.

Listen here—hear me now, I’m not afraid,
Of the storms, of the mess you made.
Drums hit hard (boom, boom), beat like my heart,
Hittin’ restart—I’m tearing us apart.

Yo, I walked through flames, yeah, came out clean,
You thought you broke me, but I’m still seen.
All that fake love, I’m wise to your game,
You wanted control, but I broke from the chain.

Left me out in the cold, thought I’d fold,
But I’m on my grind, standing tall, stone-cold.
Your poison’s gone, I’m tearing down this wall,
No more strings—you’re watching me evolve.

Welcome to hurt, say hello to the pain,
Left me scarred, but now I’m reclaimin’.
Built from ashes, I’m stronger now,
No turning back, don’t ask me how.
You played your games, now it’s your turn,
I’m moving on—watch the tables burn.
Welcome to hurt, welcome to pain.

Goodbye to hurt, goodbye to you,
This is the last time I’m breaking through.
No more lies, no more fears,
Welcome to hurt—I’m done with tears. (huh)
Welcome to pain, welcome to the end
Welcome to hurt, Never ever again
(Whoa-ohhh-oh-whoaa-oh hmm oh)

Welcome To Hurt

A love letter to those who live softly in a loud world.
A ballad for the boys who hide their bloom.
808s in the chest.
Falsetto like cracked glass.
Grief with grace.
Pain with pride.

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🌌 “We love in secret, loud and deep.”
🌃 “We still dare to dream.”

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#BoysLikeMe #QueerSoul #UrbanBallad #SoftRage #NocturnalBloom #SharDo #NewMusic #TrapSoul #QueerVoices #AltRnB #LateNightFeelings #CinematicRnB #FadeCutAnthems

Boys Like Me

All You Need

A journey through the 7 deadly sins. 
Salvation cracks the door open to forbidden pleasures
Tracks 2-8 explores each sin in its purest
Tracks 9-13 explore duality
Forbidden is my final sin, the greatest rebellion, love.

iTunes

Salvation

Midnight Currents – Nova Bleu
Step into the world of Nova Bleu’s latest album, “Midnight Currents.” A seamless blend of sultry R&B and high-energy, late-night dance tracks, this album takes you on a journey through shadowy cityscapes, neon lights, and irresistible rhythms.
From slow-burning, intimate grooves to pulsing, dancefloor-ready anthems, Nova Bleu delivers a confident, magnetic sound that captivates from start to finish. Every track is crafted to move your body and your emotions, making “Midnight Currents” the perfect soundtrack for nights of desire, energy, and unmissable vibes.

Whispered Heat

Taste Test

Cloud rap × footwork/juke (160). Fast flow, chopped hook.
Credits — Lyrics & Creative Direction: Charlie Pink · Music, Production & Vocal Design: The Bits · Mix/Master: The Bits · Recorded fully in-the-box (synthetic ambience; no field recordings, no copyrighted samples) · Artwork: Charlie Pink.

© 2025 Charlie Pink & The Bits — All rights reserved.

[Intro]
« Ce qu’on ne connaît pas ne nous manque pas. »

[Verse 1]
Mon double en avance au bout du trottoir,
il signe à ma place, il baisse ma voix.
Vitre sur vitre, couloirs-miroirs,
je sors de l’ombre que je ne veux pas.
Néons sur la joue, peau superposée,
je change la focale, j’éteins l’voisé.
S’il parle pour moi, s’il prend ma maison,
je casse la bande — j’écris la version.

[Hook]
Hors de ma peau — tu gardes la photo, je garde l’écho.
Hors de ma peau — fin du bandeau, moi en plein cadre, pas dans l’eau.


[Verse 2]
Filigrane, demi-jour, détour poli,
je coupe la voix-off, je reprends l’envie.
Je lis mes lignes, diction posée,
zéro comparaison imposée.
Si l’ombre insiste au creux du cou,
je change l’angle et j’avance vers nous.
« Il était là sans vraiment être là.
Une présence absente. » — j’sors de là.


[Verse 3]
Je tire un fil de lumière au salon,
ferme aux juges la porte du fond.
Masques au carton, prison au talon,
mon souffle en chef — j’écris mon nom.

[Hook ×2]
Hors de ma peau — tu gardes la photo, je garde l’écho…
« Il m’a volé la possibilité d’avoir une histoire complète. »

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