Instinct de survie

Seul

NYMA - BON DE CANTINE

Late Night

“Sweet Remedy” is a dark, slow-burn trap record about numb connection, chemistry without promises, and two people using the moment as medicine. No love talk. No future plans. Just heat, bass, and honesty in the quiet hours.

Built on deep 808s and a hypnotic hook, this one’s for after-hours drives, dim rooms, and situations where feelings stay unspoken. Both bruised, both aware, both leaning into the night knowing it won’t last.

This isn’t romance.
It’s relief.

Low lights. Locked-in vibes.

Lyrics:

Ayy
Shawty  know the vibes
Yeah, we locked in

She want that sweet remedy (yeah)
Hit once, now she into me (uh)
Slide late, no empathy (nah)
Beat drop, that’s chemistry 
She want that sweet remedy 
Too lit, no settle, B (nah)
All gas, no pedal ease
She ride, I let it be (let’s go)

New vibe, she tapped in
Red cup, got that splash in
Eyes low, she askin’
“What’s that thing you packin’?”

Lowkey but I’m loud wit’ it
Straight talk, no cloud in it
Broke rules, she proud in it
Both sweat, no towel in it

She bite lip, then dive in
Slow stroke, she vibin’
Lights low, we slidin’
No cap, she ridin’

She move like she got no brakes
All curves, no room for fakes
She drop, I slide, we shake
No love, just what we make

She want that sweet remedy (woo)
Touch gold, that’s ten a piece (bling)
Eyes roll, she feelin’ me
Can’t hide what’s meant to be (nah)
She want that sweet remedy
New script, no memory
Say less, she vent to me
One night, that’s legacy

Roll through, top gone
Moonlight, got socks off
She moan like a pop song
I hit like a drop bomb

Too cold, she call me breeze
Talk slick, no apologies
She beg like “boy, please”
I grin like “you tease”

She move like waves hit
Her hips got cadence
She arch, I praise it
She moan ... contagious

I taste, then sink again
She wild but I stay in
Say my name, no savin’
It’s ours, no tradin’

She said “Boy, I’m numb to love”
I said “Same, that’s why I run”
We both cold, but heatin’ up
No strings ... just feel and touch
She bruised, I’m jaded too
But in that bed, we brand new
Two ghosts in full view
One night, like clear truth

She want that sweet, sweet
No talk, just repeat
Hands up, in deep
No games, just me
She want that sweet remedy (uh)
Whole vibe, no penalty
Stuck in that energy
We done,  eventually

Yeah
She know what it is
One taste, that’s it


Seul

Gotti Maras