Bruh

Thank you to my brother Marcus for inspiration and his contribution to SteadFast.
more of Mark Butler at https://soundcloud.com/user-331751207

Steadfast - Mark Butler

demonic visitation

Vocals & Lyrics by Nana Almeida & Kiddye Bonz / Keys by Jo Fischbach & Claude Burg / Guitars : Johnny Fonseca / Bass by Laurent Louis / Drums : Joel Heyard / Composed & arranged by Jo Fischbach & Claude Burg / Produced by Studio Creola for Maximum Love 3 / Mixed & mastered by Cleu Cardoso, Boston / United States.

11 - Forsa E Fe

Original composition.... Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Profunda Maris Concentus

Seattle Grunge

GET CURSED ON THE MOON

Here lays the rubble
Of a love gone dangerously astray
See I'm never looking for trouble
But trouble always seems to find a way
Feelings get juggled
Feelings get juggled
When you throw in some tequila
Well then feelings get fumbled
Now I need a shovel
To bury my mistakes

And my mistake was you girl

Visi

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Let Down

Let's Walk

https://youtu.be/b6Dd7AB3ixw

don't wanna be a fatalist
don't want even to be singing this
but if you find me 
cold and bloody
put just one suspect
on your list

she wanna
the Sun and the stars
she scoff when I
just brought her Mars
old boyfriend—
he had a yacht 
but she married an idiot!

jah mom izza wrangler
jah mom izza juggler
jah mom izza force of nature
none can reach her
not even I

jah mom izza magician
jah mom izza tactician
jah mom is my big adventure
none can quench her
least of all I

not even I
least of all I

don't wanna do another chore
but don't wanna 
eat through a straw
she ask and she shall receive
I'll make believe
that I’m still hardcore

your mom is a hustler
not single just singular
your mom's my "follow the leader"
none can read her
not even I

oh yeah, she's a helicopter
oh yeah, she's my private doctor
jah mom’s like a sea but deeper
a cliff but steeper—
sing mashallah!

my friends they shake they head
much too sorry for me they said
they don't know how good it feels 
to get those thrills inside a bed

shut the door
shut your ears
you don’t want to overhear us!

jah mom izza eight feet tall
jah mom is my wonderwall
jah mom’s like perfume but sweeter
you can’t deplete her—
she take care of all

you’re too young to understand
sometimes sand is a spice
spice is a reason
and words are sand

jah mom is the Tiger Queen
don't ask me to explain...
and don't tell her 
what I’ve been singing
or you may not see me
‘round here again!

Let's Walk

Fony Groaning