Name: Freak on Your Leash (Skinwalker mix) by Flying Without Tickets
Duration: 3 min 48 s
Description: Freak on Your leash (Skinwalker mix)

“You Wanna Be My Lover” is a flirtatious anthem of power, pleasure, and playful seduction. I wrote it to flip the script if you want me, you better earn it. Every lyric is mine, sculpted with sass, fire, and emotional precision.

All lyrics, melodies, and recordings of “You Wanna Be My Lover” are © Belle J. Unauthorized use is strictly prohibited.



"You Wanna Be Lover" is an original track written, performed, and produced by me, Belle J. A sultry confrontation wrapped in sultry vocals and unapologetic truth, this song is my fearless response to half-hearted affection. It’s seductive, sharp, and soul-deep. With hypnotic rhythms and lyrics that cut through the noise, this track asks the question: Do you want me, or just the idea of me?

This track is for anyone who’s tired of mixed signals and ready to be claimed fully, fiercely, and without hesitation. It’s the sound of self-worth rising, of boundaries drawn in silk and fire.

I own 100 percent of the rights to this music and authorize its distribution and monetization through official platforms including SoundCloud.

You Wanna Be My Lover

You Wanna Be Lover

Nix - Eyes on me

Travelling musician has spent years on the road playing bars to "sodden ears that could not hear." He now misses his sweetie, so he's driving home to get "back in baby's arms..." He decided to take a pretty violinist home with him in the backseat. Not sure what "baby" will think about that...  

Back In Baby's Arms

Freak on Your leash (Skinwalker mix)

Freak on Your Leash (Skinwalker mix)

This song was created and written by: 
J J Samuel 

This production, music, and vocals were done by: 
J J Samuel 

#IndieRock #psychedelic #Dreamy #Garage rock #Pub rock #Psych-pop, #Rickenbacker #Playful

🍂 AUTUMN CAROUSEL 🎠

🎵 November Is Mine

Where You Find Me” is a soft and cinematic track about finding light in the darkest moments.
Inspired by the emotional sound of Alan Walker, it blends a fragile but powerful vocal with cold pads, warm melodies, and a gentle, uplifting drop.
A story of doubt, hope, and someone who always finds you when you’re lost.

Official artwork © PhilGood 2025

Where you Find me

Thom before

A song about losing a friend in December.

SNOW IN HEAVEN

I'm wearin' your T-shirt
Got the candles lit
You pullin' off the driveway
Babe
It's been a minute
Hurry up and get here
There's so much I miss
All my little secrets
Between my lips
Oh
I wanna whisper
Into your ear
Put the car in park
Turn the music up
It's the best damn song you ever heard

You in the mirror gettin' undressed
Mirror mirror on the wall
Make a wish
It's you and me and one last call
Make it hit

Three
Two
One
Gettin' undone
Undone
Unbutton
Unzip
Unfasten
Untie
Unbutton
Unzip
Unfasten
Untie

Silk skin
Ice in a glass of gin
Slide to the edge of the bed
All of that blue in my red
Moon sin
Water on a freckled skin
Dancin' on a big black wave
You know what it is
I know you been waitin' for this
Since I walked in the room

High heel
Dancin' on a steering wheel
Crash
I'm the rubber
You're the steel
We're caught in a film
Show
Real
Tell me
Is it what you feel?
Crack in a picture frame
You know what it is

Put your
Put your legs in the air
In the air
It's a two-man job
Two-man job
One to fix
One to fix
One to fix
One to fix
One to hold the light
I need two hands
Two hands
And I need to concentrate

Touch you
Need to
Need to
Free you
Free you
Feed you
Feed you
I need to
Need to
Need to
Need to
Reboot
Redo
Redo
Redo
Make you feel brand new

And the tide's gettin' high
As I sail in your ocean
And you grip me so tight
And I drink every potion
And
Oh
Oh
You take me high
I crash
Oh
I crash
Oh

Three
Two
One
Gettin' undone
Undone
Unbutton
Unzip
Unfasten
Untie
Unbutton
Unzip
Unfasten
Untie

Storm-wet pavement,
Rain drips down her boots,
Lip-smudged vape pen,
Gasoline perfume bloom.

She rips the tape off her ribs,
Mascara streaks like roadkill oil,
Leather jacket, busted zipper,
Bike lane grin, back lane loyal.
Black lace caught on barbed wire,
Sweat-salt on her neck
Chain-hiss engine idles behind her—
Her breath ignites the dark like a fuse

Bite of copper on her lips
Anger in her knuckles rising—
The night leans in, hungry to bruise

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Foam-slick beer on the pool table rail,
He watches her cue crack bone-clean,
Jawline stubble lined with rust,
Hands nicked up from a midnight scene.
She leans in, breath like molten sugar,
Boot tip hooks his belt loop tight,
Tongue tastes whiskey off his collar—
DJ digs in his crate for a longer night

Bassline pulse runs through her back
His hand locked on her leather sleeve—
Her kick slams the speakers like a fight

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Alley steam curls up her thighs,
Tattoo ink hot beneath the tongues,
Silver chain pulled taut at her throat,
Heart beats hard between the lungs
She bites his ears, leaves a stripe,
Teeth shine violent as a flare,
Sirens smear against the skyline—
and she kisses him raw as they stare

Sweat fog dancing from floor to glass,
Exhaust desire, body to frame—
She drags the moon down by its hair

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Steel breaks steel,  they run from the crash
Candles burning, wax melts slow,
Boot heels pressed against the fractured chrome—
Her final smile blows the city to ash


Diesel Angel (Chrome)

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