the first

im too grown for this

this the ending

Lyrics:

Your love 
It’s a game 
(You two)

Champagne at noon
Secret calls in our room
Diamonds in your cuffs
Will I ever be enough?
Every glance feels fleeting
If you knew what I knew
You really want her 
I just really want you
It’s a game
It’s a game

It’s a game, it’s a game
Pretending that you feel the same 
Every night (every night)
Finding hotel keys,
Receipts from Tiffany’s
Work trip to Saint-Tropez
And Missing my birthday 
Lipstick on the glass
Dinner’s getting cold
You say you’re working late
That stories getting old
Every whisper feels heavy
Every phone call out of view
Your love’s a crowded table
I thought it would be just us two

(It’s a game. It’s a game)

Empty bed in the mansion 
I can feel the tension
You said we were forever

I wait for you at home 
Staring at my phone
You sneak around with whoever

Your Secret flights
My lonely nights
just tell me the truth
You can lie all you want, baby
I already have the proof

Finding hotel keys
Receipts from Tiffany’s
Work trip to Saint-Tropez
And missing my birthday 
Lipstick on the glass
Dinner’s getting cold
You say you’re working late
That stories getting old
Every whisper feels heavy
Every phone call out of view
Your love’s a crowded table
I thought it would be just us two

So many things I’ve seen 
So much I didn’t say 
I keep it to myself 
So you never go away

You two

Falling Out Of Time (International Version) is Mokhtar’s most expansive and emotionally layered work to date—a minimalist R&B album that speaks in three tongues and countless moods. Written in English, Tagalog, and Malay, the project transcends borders and time zones, capturing the universal ache of change, memory, and quiet rebellion.

Each track is a timestamp from a life lived in fragments:

• From the melancholic refusal in “Ayoko ng Sunset Ngayon” to the cinematic collapse of “The World Is Shaking”,
• From the nostalgic ache of “Childhood” to the poetic defiance of “Cutting My Hair at Home”,
• From the imagined escape in “Life in Another City” to the theatrical finality of “One Last Dance Before My Inevitable Death”,


The album moves like a slow dissolve—velvet vocals over ambient textures, lo-fi percussion, and lyrics that feel handwritten. It’s not just international in language, but in emotional reach: every song is a passport to a feeling you thought was yours alone.

This version is for the listener who’s lived in translation, who’s felt heartbreak in more than one language, who knows that time doesn’t heal—it distorts. Mokhtar doesn’t offer resolution. He offers resonance.


6. Childhood

Silk & Venom is a dark, sultry Alt-R&B experience that drips with power, passion, and bite. From jealousy-drenched glances across the room to bedroom dominance and magnetic midnight encounters, this EP explores the rawest edges of love, lust, and revenge.

Released September 6, 2025

Lyrics written by Rina

This EP was produced with AI tools under full commercial license. Lyrics, concept, and direction by Rina.

Too Deep

Say Less is a confession in bass and smoke, a late-night vow wrapped in deep raspy vocals and trap drums that hit where it hurts. For the ones who know, some things don’t need to be said… they’re already written on the walls. 🎵🔥

Say Less

The women of Veil unite for a champagne-soaked anthem built for the girls. Zoë and Selene lace the track with smoky, luxe R&B harmonies while Sora and Riko tear through with razor-sharp rap verses. Together they deliver a bold declaration: why spend yours, when you can spend his?

Glossy, fashion-house energy collides with raw 90s rap flair, dripping with luxury, wit, and attitude. From mimosa brunches to designer shopping bags, On His Dime is the ultimate baddie soundtrack—equal parts playful, ruthless, and untouchably glamorous.

For the girls who know their worth—and aren’t afraid to make him pay for it.

On His Dime

You laid a thin silver chain, emerald at the end,
Thought I’d wear it, thought it could bend.
Money glints, stones shine, try as you might,
But I want your hands wrapping me tight.

Silk on skin, fingers press,
Forget the gems — your touch is best.
Every tug, every tease, every squeeze,
Wrap me up, bring me to my knees.

Give me hands, not a necklace, boy,
Grip my waist, tease me, make me lose my voice.
Emerald, ruby, don’t seduce,
Your fingers on me are my only truth.
Give me hands, not a necklace, boy,
Pull me close, drown out the noise.
Forget the chains, forget the display,
I want your hands around me, everywhere they play.

Silver sparkles, gem catches the light,
But I crave your fingers in the night.
Across my neck, down my chest,
Your touch alone beats any jewel I’ve guessed.

No tag, no price can match this crave,
No stone can mimic what your hands gave.
Palm on skin, I shiver, I moan,
Your hands are mine — forget the throne.

Wear me like you mean it, fingers deep,
Trace me slow — pull me off sleep.
Trade every gem, every precious thing,
Your hands alone make me ache, make me sing.

Give me hands, not a necklace, boy,
Grip my waist, tease me, make me lose my voice.
Emerald, ruby, don’t seduce,
Your fingers on me are my only truth.
Give me hands, not a necklace, boy,
Pull me close, drown out the noise.
Forget the chains, forget the display,
I want your hands around me, everywhere they play.

“Claimed by hands… mine.”

Claimed By Hands

In the moment

Lyrics & Arrangements By RegiB
Sounds & Resources By SONUS
Graphics By RegiB & FaceBook

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