This electrifying love anthem captures euphoric devotion through vivid metaphors of cloud-walking freedom and sky-high emotions, celebrating an unstoppable, transformative connection with infectious energy and heartfelt repetition. Its blend of giddy vulnerability and soaring passion makes love feel both exhilaratingly new and timelessly universal.  

I CAN’T STOP LOVING YOU

Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Berlin

Nothing at All

I WROTE BLAME ME, ITS ONLY FAIR TO CREATE A RESPONSE FOR THE LADIES "THEME SONG!" 

Don't Blame Me

🎸 VORYNTH (Self-Titled Album)
Blues-rock, reborn in fire and digital myth.
Debut album from UK-based queer artist Vorynth: raw riffs, soulful storytelling, and bold, myth-soaked lyrics collide in anthems of defiance and transformation.

Crafted in creative partnership with Suno’s advanced vocal AI, each track is an intimate rebellion against silence, chronic illness, and conformity. From the fierce journey of "Devil’s Highway" to the reflective power of "Fourteen Fourteen", this self-titled release turns personal scars into sonic strength.

Blues. Myth. Identity. Amplified.

Written & Performed by Vorynth.
Vocals powered by Suno AI, custom-trained to amplify my authentic voice.

When life said no stage—music found another way.

Drag Me to Heaven

Slow-burning and sweet like a Southern July
A soul-soaked male/female duet with vintage warmth and a modern edge
“Thicker Than Honey (Still Coverin Me)” blends Neo Soul, Texas roots, and a voice as smooth as black coffee
The third chapter from Bobby T’s Coffee Shop Bangerz

Thicker Than Honey (Still Coverin' Me)

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Faith

Sugar & Steam is a steamy, lo-fi blend of neo-soul, R&B, and soft rap - a playful vignette of flirtation told through the ritual of coffee. Warm vocals drift between melody and conversational flow, layered over hazy jazz-hop textures and downtempo beats. Coffeehouse details (names misspelled, foam surprises, saved corners) become metaphors for touch, ritual, and desire.

Intimate yet groove-driven, this track feels like a whispered conversation stretched into rhythm: sensual, ritualistic, and irresistibly smooth.

(Overall Mood and Concept)
Sugar & Steam is a flirtatious, atmospheric track that lives at the edge of neo-soul, lo-fi R&B, and soft rap. The piece takes the ritual of a morning coffee and turns it into a sensual metaphor, weaving steam, spice, and routine into imagery of desire, intimacy, and repetition. It’s playful yet magnetic- a café vignette stretched into ritual, where every glance and every pour holds more meaning than the cup itself.

(Vocal Approach)
The vocals carry the duality of intimacy and swagger. The sung lines are warm and smooth, evoking a slow-brew soulfulness, while the spoken and soft rap sections add conversational immediacy. That blend gives the track its modern edge: it feels sung and confided at the same time, a mixture of lo-fi croon and bedroom confessional with rhythmic cadence.

(Lyrics & Poetics)
The lyrics are highly sensual without being explicit, “sugar in my coffee, steam across my skin” sets up a tactile metaphor that is extended playfully throughout. Everyday coffee-shop details (names misspelled, tips, foam, corners saved) become a ritualized language of attraction. The repetition of “Save that corner for me” near the end drives home that what seems casual is actually charged with longing and dependence.


[LYRICS]

Mmm…
You already know how I take it.
No cream, no sugar- just you…

Sugar in my coffee,
Steam across my skin.
Every pour you give me
Pulls the warmth from deep within.

Spice beneath the surface,
Drip that slow routine
You don’t ask if I want sweet,
You just serve it sugar & steam.

Your hands on the cup like you mean more.
Names misspelled, but I still score.
You lean on the counter, watch me flinch
One wink, and I lose my common sense.

Shots pull slow, you draw 'em long
Bitterness right, but your touch? Strong.
Every glance says stay, every smile says sip,
And I’m caught in that swirl from your morning script.

You stir slow like you know what it does…
Lookin’ like Sunday morning in a Monday rush…

Told me once it’s just coffee

Mm, lies.

I tip in exact, but you hand back change
Say it’s for luck, or to mess with my brain.
You ask if I want foam
I say surprise me…
And you do, with that look, that touch, precisely.

This ain’t no café thing- it’s ritual now.
I crave that steam more than I’d allow.
A thousand drinks, none hit like this!
Whatever you’re brewin’, it brews with bliss.

Sugar in my coffee,
Steam that makes me stay.
You press the morning into me
In a bold and crooked way.

Cinnamon on top now,
Dreams beneath the cream
No need to sweeten nothin’,
You already got the steam.

Save that corner for me.
Save that corner for me.
Save that corner for me.

Tomorrow same time… right?

Don't Blame Me

FromSkratch L.L.C. (SNUB NOZE)