This Is Not Gonna Be Fun

It’s too late 

(Verse 1) I hear your coming, I see that look, Standing in my doorway like you’re off the hook. Same old story, same tired game, But I ain't the one who’s gonna beg you to stay.
(Pre-Chorus) Don’t talk, don’t waste my time, Pack your bags, get out my life.
(Chorus) Get out, don’t say a word, Ain’t got time for your rehearsed Excuses, stories, all your lies— Take your bullshit, say goodbye. Don’t stall, don’t make me wait, You lost me now—it’s too late.
(Verse 2) I see the guilt, I see the shame, But I ain’t playin’ in your losing game. You crossed that line, now there’s no way back, So don’t stand there actin’ sad.
(Pre-Chorus) Don’t talk, don’t waste my time, Pack your bags, get out my life.
(Chorus) Get out, don’t say a word, Ain’t got time for your rehearsed Excuses, stories, all your lies— Take your bullshit, say goodbye. Don’t stall, don’t make me wait, You lost me now—it’s too late.
(Bridge) I don’t need your love, I don’t need your cries, Save the act, don’t dramatize. I gave you all, now I take it back, So turn around—don’t look back.
(Outro) Get out, don’t try to explain, You made your choice, now live with the pain. No second chances, no rewind, I’m done with you—get out my life.

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

It’s too late

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Perpetual Daydream (Pop Version)

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I Boast In The Blood

Drippin’

[INTRO]
Drippin’, wrist cold-blooded,
Neck on freeze, whole squad rugged.
Step in the spot, and the floor start floodin’,
Talk that noise but they ain’t done nothin’.
Drippin’ — mmh, who got heat?
New fit, new wheels, that’s me.
They act wild but they real low-key,
I’m on top and I charge that fee.

[VERSE 1]
I don’t chase fame, baby, I chase goals,
Pearl-tinted frames and designer soles.
Talkin’ slick? Better tighten that tone,
I run my lane like I built this zone.
Ten-inch boots, I still break rules,
Pull up ghost, they forgot your jewels.
I’m a savage, not your college crush,
If it ain't raw, then it ain’t my hush.

[HOOK]
Drippin’, wrist cold-blooded,
Neck on freeze, whole squad rugged.
Step in the spot, and the floor start floodin’,
Talk that noise but they ain’t done nothin’.

[VERSE 2]
Ten-piece meal and I still want seconds,
Money stack tall like a Sunday reverend.
Velvet seats with a wild confessional,
And my past got me ice-level skeptical.
Ride for the crew, no switch, all spine,
Lips lined sharp and the stare divine.
Nails like daggers, the walk too mean,
I’m the type turn a throne to a guillotine.

[HOOK]
Drippin’, wrist cold-blooded,
Neck on freeze, whole squad rugged.
Step in the spot, and the floor start floodin’,
Talk that noise but they ain’t done nothin’.

[VERSE 3]
Look —
Third row seat but I drive the lane,
Full plate served when I say my name.
Came from pressure, now I pour champagne,
Got ‘em all stunned, but they play it tame.
Talkin’ big mouth with a rookie spine,
I don’t need smoke when the shine this fine.
Built from scratch, yeah, I mapped my line,
Try to box me? I redraw time.
Fake ones vanish when the lights go dim,
But I glow in the dark and I sink or swim.
No script here — just a venomous hymn,
And my name hit hard like a bassline rim.

[HOOK]
Drippin’, wrist cold-blooded,
Neck on freeze, whole squad rugged.
Step in the spot, and the floor start floodin’,
Talk that noise but they ain’t done nothin’.
Drippin’ — mmh, who got heat?
New fit, new wheels, that’s me.
They act wild but they real low-key,
I’m on top and I charge that fee.
[VERSE 4]
Push through the smoke like a warhead pop,
Silk with a blade, I’m a glam chop shop.
Talk like they tough but they need that prep,
I don’t move small — I finesse, then step.
Venom tongue, poison words I lace,
Say it to my face or evacuate space.
I’m the deep end, baby, you a kiddie wave,
I baptize ‘em, then I misbehave.

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

Drippin’ (Feat. MASX)

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With a confessional tone and vivid imagery, the song reflects on the struggle of letting go, while still being stuck in memories.
It’s not just about missing someone; it’s about learning to live with the rain inside when they’re gone.

Perfect for late-night listening, when the city feels empty and you’re scrolling through old photos you’re not ready to delete.

It’s Raining Inside My Place

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This isn’t background music. This is sweat, dirt, and catharsis with the volume pinned in the red. For the dreamers who grind, the workers who bleed, and the stubborn souls who refuse to die quietly.

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This Is Not Gonna Be Fun

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