Filthy rich 

[Chorus] Ooh, he said he holy… But I caught him in the back with the rollie… Now he prayin' on me lowkey… Guess I’m the new religion, baby, hold me…
[Verse 1] He said he loyal, but he lyin’ in silk sheets Preachin’ like a saint while he slidin' in the DMs Credit card flexin’, got a cross on his neck But he only on his knees when he tryna get that check
Mmh, daddy got desires, But he sweatin’ through the choir Got a wife and a plan, but a hand in the fire Now he beggin’ for the taste, sayin’ “Please, Miss Messiah” But I ain't no savior, baby—I’m the supplier
[Pre-Chorus] Oh, he dirty— Sayin' all his prayers while he flirtin' Got his halo slippin’ in the bourbon Yeah, I see the truth behind the curtain
[Chorus] He wanna get filthy rich (uh), Talk clean but he move like a glitch (woo!) Penthouse dreams with a side of the itch, Say he faithful, but he love him a switch (ha!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Mind in the dark, and his hands stay guilty Got no shame when he dive in the ditch, Yeah, he holy… but he love it when it’s filthy
[Verse 2] I’m the main event, not the side dish He throw bands, but I’m icy, I don’t flinch Told him “kneel, but don’t preach”—this a pulpit And I bless him like it’s Sunday when I do splits
He like a choirboy gone rogue in the Benz Sayin’ “Hallelujah” every time it descends I’m the book he don’t read, but he sin through the lens Tryna turn a good girl into one of his trends
[Pre-Chorus] Oh, he dirty— Textin’ under tables while he thirty Smellin’ like regret and McFlurry Talkin’ ‘bout God but he thirsty
[Chorus] He wanna get filthy rich (uh), Talk clean but he move like a glitch (woo!) Penthouse dreams with a side of the itch, Say he faithful, but he love him a switch (ha!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Mind in the dark, and his hands stay guilty Got no shame when he dive in the ditch, Yeah, he holy… but he love it when it’s filthy
[Bridge] Don’t pretend you pure when you bite like a beast Don’t wear no crown when you come off the leash Preach all you want, I know you need release You like your saints in stilettos and heat
[Chorus] Yeah, he wanna get filthy rich (rich!) Sayin’ all the right lies with a twist Diamond cross, but his morals don’t match Yeah, he kneels but he worships the snatch (hah!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Sippin’ on sin like a twenty-year whiskey He prays, but it’s me he commits to Yeah, he holy… but he love it when I hit too
[Outro] Mmm… filthy.
Glitter on the cross, gloss on my kiss,
Talks like a saint but he moves like a risk.
Tried to confess—
But I like it like this.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Filthy rich (Feat. AYA)

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Written and Produced and all rights reserved by
Edwin H. Balder
We walk through realms the ear can't see 

where rhythm bends reality 

a beat becomes a boundary crossed 

a lyric found when all feels lost 

chords like rivers shape the land 

truths laid down by trembling hand 

where silence waits, the notes ignite 

and sorrow hums itself to light 

we live in lines that rise, then fall 

where voices echo through it all 

not made for maps or worldly law 

these realms are stitched in awe and flaw 

in every bar, we leave behind 

a ghost of heart, a spark of mind 

we don’t just write—we resurrect 

the pieces pain forgot to protect 

this music we write—it builds the door 

between who we were and something moreWe walk through realms the ear can't see 

where rhythm bends reality 

a beat becomes a boundary crossed 

a lyric found when all feels lost 

chords like rivers shape the land 

truths laid down by trembling hand 

where silence waits, the notes ignite 

and sorrow hums itself to light 

we live in lines that rise, then fall 

where voices echo through it all 

not made for maps or worldly law 

these realms are stitched in awe and flaw 

in every bar, we leave behind 

a ghost of heart, a spark of mind 

we don’t just write—we resurrect 

the pieces pain forgot to protect 

this music we write—it builds the door 

between who we were and something more 

We walk through realms the ear can't see 

where rhythm bends reality 

a beat becomes a boundary crossed 

a lyric found when all feels lost 

chords like rivers shape the land 

truths laid down by trembling hand 

trembling hand.... trembling hand...

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This song is for brokenhearted 💔 
Don’t worry, the right one is waiting for you. 
Lyrics 
I see you smile in someone else’s arms
While I’m stuck here with a shattered heart
You walked away like it meant nothing at all
But I’m still holding on, afraid to fall

I wish I could forget the way you held me
But every memory still won’t set me free

I’m happy for you, even if it breaks me
You found your light, while I’m still drowning
I try to let go, but my soul still prays
That maybe you’ll come back to me someday
It’s not easy to move on
When my heart still wants your heart so strong
And I’m left chasing love
Like a fading star above

Your voice still echoes in my silent nights
I close my eyes just to feel you by my side
I keep pretending I’m okay alone
But it’s killing me how much I miss you more

You’re laughing now while I’m still falling
Your goodbye is the wound that keeps on calling

I’m happy for you, even if it breaks me
You found your light, while I’m still drowning
I try to let go, but my soul still prays
That maybe you’ll come back to me someday
It’s not easy to move on
When my heart still wants your heart so strong
And I’m left chasing love
Like a fading star above

I’m happy for you, though I cry in the dark
You found a new flame, and I’m falling apart
I try to let go, but I can’t pretend
That I don’t wish we’d find our way again
It’s not easy to move on
When my heart still calls your name in every song
And I’m left chasing love
Like a fading star above…

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Heard a tune on the radio today,
A tale as old as time, same old story.
Boy chasing feelings, ain't that crazy?
Risked it all and gave his heart away.
"Only fools fall in love," they say;

Only fools fall in love, they say.
Only fools fall in love (that’s crazy).
Only fools fall in love, they say.
Only fools fall in love (give it all away).
Only fools fall in love, they say.
Only fools fall in love (but that’s okay).
Only fools fall, only fools fall.

Saw a girl and a boy at the bar last night,
In that crowded room under the moonlight.
They met each other’s eyes in a space so tight,
No words spoken, but the message clear and bright.
"Only fools fall in love," isn't that right?
Do you believe in love at first sight?
'Cause I was a witness that night.

Only fools fall in love, they say.
Only fools fall in love (just one night).
Only fools fall in love, they say.
Only fools fall in love (at first sight).
Only fools fall in love, they say.
Only fools fall in love (ain’t that right).
Only fools fall, only fools fall.

Watched two strangers at the park again,
Caught in the moment, lost in the rain.
They danced until both feet were in pain,
Step by step until they both aligned.
Together, their hearts combined.
Only fools fall in love in no time,
'Cause in love, time is divine.

Only fools fall in love, they say.
Only fools fall in love (in no time).
Only fools fall in love, they say.
Only fools fall in love (when stars align).
Only fools fall in love, they say.
Only fools fall in love (it’s all fine).
Only fools fall, only fools fall.

This thing we all call love
Even if we fail and trip, we'll rise above.
(Only fools, only fools, only fools.)
Take someone’s hand and give it a try,
Paint memories up in the sky.
(Only fools, only fools, only fools.)
Wise men can say whatever they want,
(Oh, they can say whatever they want).

One sure thing I know:
When Cupid hits you,
There’s nothing you can say or do.
When love hits (you),
Just be a fool and go.
One sure thing I know:
When Cupid hits you,
There’s nothing you can say or do.
When love hits (you),
Just be a fool and go.

Only fools fall in love, they say.
Only fools fall in love (it's okay).
But when the night fades into day,
And all the doubts melt away,
You’ll know the risk was worth the play.
Love finds a fool, and that’s the way.

Only fools fall, only fools fall.
(Only fools fall, only fools fall.)
Only fools fall, only fools fall.

Only Fools Fall

Lipstick smeared on a coffee cup
Last night’s dress, still not cleaned up
Hair in a knot, heart in a spin
I swore I’d never call him again
Shoes by the door, keys on the floor
I’m not sure what I came here for
I said I’d heal, I said I’d rest
But here I am… making a mess
I’m not proud, but I’m not sorry
I’m just tired of having to worry
I’m making a mess, and it feels like truth
Breaking the rules I made for you
Crying in cars, dancing in bars
Losing my grip but showing my scars
I’m making a mess, but I’m feeling more
Than I ever did when I played it pure
So judge me less, love me raw
I’m making a mess… and standing tall
Texts I sent that I shouldn’t have
Laughing too loud, then feeling bad
I’m not the girl they thought I’d be
But maybe that girl wasn’t me
I spill my wine, I miss my cues
I wear my heart like worn-out shoes
I said I’d change, I said I’d guess
But here I am… making a mess
I’m not proud, but I’m not broken
I’m just done with what’s unspoken
I’m making a mess, and it feels like truth
Breaking the rules I made for you
Crying in cars, dancing in bars
Losing my grip but showing my scars
I’m making a mess, but I’m feeling more
Than I ever did when I played it pure
So judge me less, love me raw
I’m making a mess… and standing tall
I’m making a mess, and it feels like truth
Breaking the rules I made for you
Crying in cars, dancing in bars
Losing my grip but showing my scars
I’m making a mess, but I’m feeling more
Than I ever did when I played it pure
So judge me less, love me raw
I’m making a mess… and standing tall

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Making a Mess  by 🌹Tina Talone 🌹

- Assertive, anthemic track blending metallic edges with intimate vocal grit.
- Lyrics about stepping into light, breaking fears, and standing with unwavering truth.
- Strong imagery — fire, crystal, steel — mixing warmth and hard clarity.
- Minimal, punchy production with hats-driven rhythm and dramatic crescendos.
- A bold anthem for living loud, loving sharp, and answering honestly.


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I'll Fly Away

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Making a Mess by 🌹Tina Talone 🌹

Edwin Balder

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