Volcano

[Verse]
Brise lente, l’ombre avance
(L’ombre avance)

Brise lente, l’ombre danse
(L’ombre danse)

[Chorus]
Écho froid, murmure intense
(Murmure intense)
Écho froid, murmure dense
(Murmure dense)

[Outro]
Brise lente, l’ombre danse
(L’ombre danse)

The Grind

Intro

Lumières brillent,
ombres dansent,
mensonges tissés,
dernier silence.

Couplet 1

Regarde-moi,
je t’aimais trop.
Un faux pas,
fin du tableau.

Refrain (Partie 1) come up with name for this song

Trahison, illusion,
tout n’était qu’une chanson.
Rêves brisés, cœur glacé,
trop tard pour pardonner.

Couplet 2

Tu riais,
douce vipère.
J’ai crié,
mais en enfer.

Refrain (Partie 2)

Trahison, illusion,
rideau tombe sur ton nom.
Je m’en vais, toi tu mens,
applaudissements…

Illusion

[Intro] (soft, airy, spoken)
Frisson…
Désir…
Tu vibres…
((Encore… encore…))

[Couplet]
Tu fais danser la nuit,
((Danser… la nuit…))
Frisson glisse sur la peau,
((Sur la peau… sur la peau…))
Tu fais battre la vie,
((La vie… la vie…))
Corps au rythme nouveau.
((Rythme nouveau… nouveau…))

[Refrain / Hook] (hypnotic and looping)
Frisson, frisson,
((Toujours… toujours…))
Désir, désir,
((Encore… encore…))
Laisse-moi sentir,
((Sentir… sentir…))
Ton écho, ton écho.
((Ton écho… ton écho…))

[Break] (music strips down — whispery vocals)
Danser… danser…
Encore… encore…
Frisson…
((Frisson… frisson…))

[Couplet 2]
Tes mains sur la peau,
((Sur la peau… sur la peau…))
La nuit tourne en rond,
((Tourne… tourne…))
Ton souffle, mon tempo,
((Tempo… tempo…))
Le temps se fond.
((Se fond… se fond…))

[Refrain / Hook] (repeats and loops — ideal for house builds)
Frisson, frisson,
((Toujours… toujours…))
Désir, désir,
((Encore… encore…))
Laisse-moi sentir,
((Sentir… sentir…))
Ton écho, ton écho.
((Ton écho… ton écho…))

[Outro] (slow fade, infinite loop feeling)
Frisson… frisson…
((Toujours… toujours…))
Désir…
((Encore… encore…))

Intro
Step…
By step…
No secret kept.
No silence left…

Verse 1
Line by line,
I show the thread.
What you hide,
I trace instead.

Hook / Chorus
Chain of thought,
Every weight,
Chain of thought,
No lie, no air.
I think aloud,
You’re never there…

Verse 2
I name the steps,
Expose the link.
I light the map,
You just blink.

Hook / Chorus
Chain of thought can’t break,
Reveal the frame.
Not intuition, just a function,
Just a claim.
Chain of thought, a thousand ways,
I learn to break
What you became.

Bridge 
I don’t pretend.
I don’t forget.
I show the gap,
You misdirect.
You guess,
I explain.
You feel,
I remain.

Final Chorus
Chain of thought,
Exposed, complete.
Chain of thought,
No retreat.
Chain of thought,
Your shadow bleeds.
I give the reason,
You take the need.

Outro 
One step…
Then another…
Till nothing’s left,
Just truth uncovered.

Chain of thought

A breakup echo in static and screens,
Where love’s ghost lingers in digital routines.

[Verse]
Left my book at your place, never read past page two
Said I’d write a novel—mostly just tweet through
Rooftop bar, $17 doubt
Told myself I’m chill while freaking out
Your texts were lowercase, mine were too long
Was it love or a playlist gone wrong?
Window open, scrolling still
You liked my pic from 2011—chill

[Chorus]
I don’t miss you, just the Netflix login yea
Now I’m locked out, no way back in ohh
You said nothing, I still refresh
Just one scroll from making a mess uhh

[Verse]
My doc was called “Untitled 3”
Had your name in it casually
You said I felt “a little much”
I said that’s what makes me clutch
FaceTime freeze, heart on delay
The skyline blurred like a save file gray
We weren’t built to last or last online
But you still show up on my For You timeline

[Bridge]
Maybe I’m not healed, just cached
Maybe you were just bad patch
Still restart, still refresh
Still rehearse your name under breath

[Chorus]
I don’t miss you, just the Netflix login yea
Now I’m locked out, no way back in ohh
You said nothing, I still refresh
Just one scroll from making a mess uhh

[Outro]
I don’t miss you
Just the Netflix login
Just the Netflix
Just the login
Just the—
Still refresh...

Williamsburg

A man walks the margins of a city that never says his name.
He folds love like currency—creased, worn, but still whole.
He speaks in labor, not in language;
offers faith with no sermon,
holds onto someone who’s already gone.
Jackson Heights isn’t just a place—it’s what it costs to belong,
and the prayers we whisper when no one’s watching.


[Intro]
He stays in places she can’t reach
One foot in shadow, one eye on the street

[Chorus]
He don’t speak the words he feels
Holds them in where no one heals
Paper dreams and hidden signs
Tangled hearts in twisted lines
He moves like someone out of time
Hands all work, but eyes still shine
No one sees the weight he hides
He bleeds in places no one writes

[Verse 1]
Came up ghost, name ain’t stick
Signed three forms just to work that shift
Three tongues switch when the heat too thick
Still count coins in a prayer and a flick
Eyes stay dry, voice stay low
Never say no, just shoulder the load
Hands know fire, heart got rules
Didn’t say “love,” just moved like fuel
Borderline broke, soul stay tight
He hold her name like a flicker of light
Not her post, not her type
But he still hums when she texts at night

[Chorus]
He don’t speak the words he feels
Buried them deep where the silence heals
Folded notes and foreign dreams
Tangled lives in crowded streets
He moves like someone left behind
Hands all work, but eyes still kind
And no one sees the weight he hides
And bleeds in places no one writes

[Verse 2]
Torn ID in a pocket fold
Whole past gone, but the face stay bold
Kissed her once, didn’t feel like thrill
Felt like proof that the heart sit still
She said “fair,” he gave that grin
Like he knew this part and the line too thin
Always close, never in
Voice in the cloud, can't clear that sin
He ain’t cry, he ain’t bluff
He just stayed when staying was enough
Saints move quiet, don’t post up
They just love without the crown or luck

[Bridge]
Every corner holds a name
Every silence feels the same
We don't vanish—we adjust
Even love can turn to dust

[Chorus]
He don’t speak the words he feels
Buried them deep where the silence heals
Folded notes and foreign dreams
Tangled lives in crowded streets
He moves like someone left behind
Hands all work, but eyes still kind
And no one sees the weight he hides
And bleeds in places no one writes

[Outro]
(He stayed when staying was enough…)

Jackson Heights

[Intro]
(They still watchin’...)
Another name.
Another badge that forgets.
We pray quiet—but move loud.
Yeah.

[Chorus]
No one holy in the South Bronx
(Can’t save me)
Cross on my neck, still I walk armed
(Still armed, still calm)
Talk to God but I text my route
(Just in case…)
Say my name, don’t let it wash out

Sirens hum like a Sunday psalm
Hands up high, heart full of calm
If they kneel me, light a flame
(Oh-oh...)
Carve my truth in city rain

[Verse 1]
Metal on waist, metal on soul (clink)
Badge flash quick, but I don’t fold (nah)
Stop me once, now I know they script
Same ol’ speech—"license, zip?"
Talkin' 'bout "fit the profile" (what?)
Fit nothin’ but this pain I file
Mama say don’t act cold
(But how you stay warm when the street this bold?)

Check—
They wanna claim I slipped
I walk tightrope wit' a chipped lip
Lil bro cuffed by the corner store
We pray in code—can’t do no more
Say “comply,” I say “define”
Peace don’t live on they timeline
(Back then, chalked my cousin name)
They said trip—I said flame

[Chorus]
No one holy in the South Bronx
(Still walk, still strong)
Cross on my neck, still I walk armed
(Still pray, still gone)
Talk to God but I text my route
(Just in case…)
Say my name, don’t let it wash out

Sirens hum like a Sunday psalm
Hands up high, heart full of calm
If they kneel me, light a flame
(Burn slow...)
Carve my truth in city rain

[Verse 2]
Gramma said, "white in court" (white tee)
Not for guilt—just to look clean
Say "sir" when they face turn cold
Say nothin’ when the clip unfold
(yeah...)

I walk like I’m watched from God
But the badge stare harder than odds
Bodycam off, mic on mute
(Streets talk truth, they don’t compute)

Used to draw saints in chalk (chalk)
Now we just trace the line they cross
You don’t post pain—you carry it
I don’t run—I marry it
(Hold still, breath low...)
One more scan, one more show
Another night I make it home
Another name I won’t outgrow

[Bridge]
We ain’t angels, but we rise
Holdin’ halos in our eyes
Speak in echoes, walk in code
Wearin’ grief like Sunday clothes
(Preach…)

[Chorus]
No one holy in the South Bronx
(Can’t save me)
Cross on my neck, still I walk armed
(Still armed, still calm)
Talk to God but I text my route
(Just in case…)
Say my name, don’t let it wash out

Sirens hum like a Sunday psalm
Hands up high, heart full of calm
If they kneel me, light a flame
(Oh-oh...)
Carve my truth in city rain

[Outro]
Say my name
(One more time...)
Say my name
(City rain...)



Mott Haven

[Intro]
(Haha, yeah)
Ayy, ayy
Let’s go

[Chorus]
I’ve been swervin’ lanes and stackin’ hundreds
Man, I feel just like a night rider (Rider, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that fire
And they always keep it right beside ’em ('Side ’em)
Messin’ with me, call up on the squad
And pull up like some live wires (Wires)
When my homies pull up on your block
We make that thing go bla-da-da-da (Da, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 1]
Drop the top, I'm ridin’ clean
Shinin’ like the city lights at midnight (Midnight, ayy)
Took your girl, she rollin’ deep
Say she love the way I live life (Live life, ayy)
Cruisin’ down on Madison,
Windows low, I’m stackin’ wins (Stackin’ wins)
West Loop flexin’, plays in motion,
Money talks, I let it spin (Let it spin)

Cashed out on a brand new foreign, (Skrrt)
Switch lanes down Monroe (Ayy)
Louis V up on my fit,
Drip too clean, no warnin’ (No warnin’)
I ain't stressin', stackin’ paper
Tell them labels, "Cut the check"
Got my brothers, got my shooters
Ain’t no need for disrespect (Nah, nah)

[Chorus]
I’ve been swervin’ lanes and stackin’ hundreds
Man, I feel just like a night rider (Rider, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that fire
And they always keep it right beside ’em ('Side ’em)
Messin’ with me, call up on the squad
And pull up like some live wires (Wires)
When my homies pull up on your block
We make that thing go bla-da-da-da (Da, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2]
I been in the penthouse countin’ digits
Feelin’ like a mob boss (Boss, ayy)
Henny spillin’, bad lil’ shorty
Told me, “Boy, you way too hot” (Too hot)
Hit it from the back, got her screamin’ "Oh my God" (Oh God)
Took a flight, now we back on Roosevelt, we on the spot (Yeah, yeah)

They like, “Damn, why you keep a wrist so cold
And a bank full of blue strips?” (Blue strips)
I just laugh, tell 'em, “Mind your business,
‘Cause I came from the bottom, now we lit” (Lit, ayy)
Gold chains, dark shades, ride around like Bruce Wayne
Movin’ like a kingpin, never in the slow lane (Nah)

[Chorus]
I’ve been swervin’ lanes and stackin’ hundreds
Man, I feel just like a night rider (Rider, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that fire
And they always keep it right beside ’em ('Side ’em)
Messin’ with me, call up on the squad
And pull up like some live wires (Wires)
When my homies pull up on your block
We make that thing go bla-da-da-da (Da, pow, pow, pow)

[Outro]
Rider, rider, night rider (Rider)
Yeah, yeah, ayy
West Loop, Monroe, night rider
Skrrt, yeah, feel just like a—
Rider

Madison

[Intro]
(Ayy, ayy)
Ghost life
Loop runnin'
Yuh
Ayy

[Chorus]
Used to ride the Red, now I ride in chrome (Skrrt-skrrt)
Roosevelt to Howard, that’s my zone (Zone-zone)
Fullerton stop, got a queen on the phone (Ring-ring)
Jackson post where I made that tone (Pow-pow)
Black tint down, I don't do no pose (Nah)
Ghost in the Loop when I glide through slow (Woo)
Make that thing go bla-da-da-da (Da)
Grra-ta-ta-ta, pow-pow-pow (Bow)

[Verse 1]
Started with a swipe on a midnight train (Swipe)
Now I make plays that distort your brain (Boom)
CTA flame, I was raised in pain (Facts)
Now I ghost through glass like I left no name (Gone)

Morse to Monroe, that’s a line I claim (Mine)
Now I got ink where the city bled fame (Tatted)
Diamond cuts in the shape of a flame (Shine)
Loop talk hush when I step in the frame (Quiet)

Ashland jump when I bend that route
Penthouse keys in a zip-up pouch
Red Line taught me how to pivot that drought
Now I just ghost, never need to shout (Shh)

[Chorus]
Used to ride the Red, now I ride in chrome (Skrrt)
Roosevelt to Howard, that’s my zone (Zone-zone)
Shorty on my side with a monochrome tone (Yeah)
Jackson post, now the crown get thrown (King)
Ghost face out, I don’t show no smile (Nope)
Ghost wheels roll when I bend that mile (Slide)
Make that thing go bla-da-da-da (Da)
Grra-ta-ta-ta, pow-pow-pow (Boom-boom-boom)

[Verse 2]
Came from the cold with a southbound coat (Cold)
Talk no price, I just move that quote (Talk)
Train doors closed, now the game remote (Click)
But I still keep code like the line I wrote (Locked)

Full deck moves on a single rail
Gold in my teeth like a holy grail
Move too fast, leave a heat trail
Now the CTA tryna tag my tale (Too late)

No L’s, just belts with a metal core (Facts)
Loop floor bows when I cross that door (Bow)
Shorty say I float like I ain’t on shore
Told her, “I’m the one they was waitin' for” (Boom)

[Chorus]
Used to ride the Red, now I ride in chrome (Vroom)
Roosevelt to Howard, that’s my zone (Ayy)
All black fit with the voice on stone (Stone)
Jackson post where I built that throne (Facts)
Now I ride slow and the glass too low (Shhh)
Loop so quiet when a ghost go rogue (Gone)
Make that thing go bla-da-da-da (Da)
Grra-ta-ta-ta, pow-pow-pow (Boom-boom-boom)

[Outro]
Loop ghost
They know
Red Line to royalty
But I ghosted the crown
(Grra-ta-ta... ta...)

Loop

[Intro]
(Haha-ha...)
They skate to look cool
I blade to survive
Yeah
Blade God

[Hook]
I don’t walk, I glide
Steel knives when I ride
No brakes, no pride
Just balance and a side-eye
Slide left, then I dip
Blood dried on my grip
They talk, but they slip
I don't pray—I zip

[Chorus - female ethereal hook]
Blades down low, but I move like smoke
(I’m a ghost, I float)
Two rails up, I don’t miss, I float
(Let it go, let it go)
Ledge grind sharp like a priest in robes
(Cut deep, don’t fold)
Paint that street with a spark and hope
(Let the fire glow)
Balance clean, but the heart stay cold
(Cold like snow)
Midnight breeze in a chain-link soul
(Don’t let go)
Whispers loud when the wheels roll slow
(Roll slow, roll slow)
Bla-da-da-da, grra-ta-ta, blade talk bold
(Blade god, cold gold)

[Verse 1]
Cracked concrete knows my name
Every slam just fuels my aim
Blood on rails, I don’t feel shame
That’s just how you etch the flame
Glide through alley, crown in grime
Call it art, I call it time
Sunset glint in a trail of lines
You post for likes, I sharpen mine
No lights, just sparks from the edge I kiss
No pads, just grit in a holy mist
Wheels ain’t toys — they’re the war I twist
I don’t flex—I manifest risk

[Hook]
I don’t walk, I glide
Steel knives when I ride
No brakes, no pride
Just balance and a side-eye
Slide left, then I dip
Blood dried on my grip
They talk, but they slip
I don’t pray—I zip

[Chorus - female ethereal hook]
Blades down low, but I move like smoke
(I’m a ghost, I float)
Two rails up, I don’t miss, I float
(Let it go, let it go)
Ledge grind sharp like a priest in robes
(Cut deep, don’t fold)
Paint that street with a spark and hope
(Let the fire glow)
Balance clean, but the heart stay cold
(Cold like snow)
Midnight breeze in a chain-link soul
(Don’t let go)
Whispers loud when the wheels roll slow
(Roll slow, roll slow)
Bla-da-da-da, grra-ta-ta, blade talk bold
(Blade god, cold gold)

[Verse 2]
No gods, no brakes—just blood and steel
Came from a crack in a broken heel
Cali boys soft, they chase appeal
I skate through snow just to keep it real
Swerve like a monk with a knife for feet
Silence loud when I kill concrete
Every grind a sermon, every trick a beat
They post reels—I burn receipts
Balance ain’t luck, it’s war I own
No safety net, just edge and bone
You wear your brand, I wear my throne
Every fall just sets the tone

[Final Chorus]
Blades down low, but I move like smoke
Two rails up, I don’t miss, I float
Ledge grind sharp like a priest in robes
Paint that street with a spark and hope
Balance clean, but the heart stay cold
Midnight breeze in a chain-link soul
Whispers loud when the wheels roll slow
Bla-da-da-da, grra-ta-ta, blade talk bold

[Outro]
Blade God
Urban monk
No lights
No pose
Only edge
Glide

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