Hopefully someday the tab will be paid and he won’t have free real estate inside your mind anymore.

This is where I stepped back and watched something else rise.
I’m more of a curator here – a lens, collecting fragments from a future that needs artists only to choose.
A melancholic future, longing for meaning.
The emotions are mine – but the voice, the polish, the perfection? Not really.

Static Calls

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🎧 Track 299: “This Tab’s Yours”
by 4Me2BeFree

🔻 Song Insight
“This Tab’s Yours” is a lyrical evisceration wrapped in composure. It’s not a scream—it's a final word, a controlled purge of betrayal, identity erosion, and mental entrapment. This track closes a long arc of emotional warfare, not with a bang, but with a scalpel. Every verse walks through the wreckage of a relationship that blurred truth and manipulation, memory and performance.


🔻 Lyrics

[Verse 1]  
Words thrown—shit against a wall  
Can’t build on cracks—just watch it fall  
Hiccups echo through my mind  
This pain ain’t mine, but it rewinds  
Session crimes—still serving time  
Old emotions dressed in new design  

[Verse 2]  
Wish my pain would stop re-explaining  
Overprocessed the process—it’s draining  
I insist this mess is dismissed  
But still, it drips. It resists.  
This system’s an abscess  
Spreads like rust—refuses rest  
I want my memories. I want my mind.  
But this loop stays stuck—redesigned  

[Verse 3]  
You play with my head  
I write bars to survive  
You hide from emotion  
Mine stream on live  
You block your past  
I’m trapped in replay  
You mocked my pain—  
I got wise. Walked away.  

[Verse 4]  
Never respected my fears  
Auto-stored and weaponized  
Turned my truth into triggers  
You made the past come alive  
Built a trap—blueprint of me  
Laid each lie like masonry  
The depths you went, the shit you sold  
Your love was fake. Your silence cold.  

[Refrain – Female Vocal Return]  
Some debts don’t fade with time  
Some voices haunt the line  
Some love was never mine…  
(and it’s fine)  

[Verse 5]  
Mind bound—chained to a bed  
Watching reruns—clips in my head  
No lines I missed, no truths unread  
Just scenes I wish I’d burned instead  
Facing loss, my insides twitch  
The skit was yours—no soul, just script  

Are you sick? To act that way?  
What’s so fucked inside your brain?  
Was it all a lie—your name, your cry?  
Did you ever feel, or just get by?  

[Verse 6]  
Nine years—my time, my fire  
You traded love for false desire  
No thought of loss, no cost to weigh  
You walked like we were made of clay  
Now you frame this as mutual flame  
Like we both sparked this twisted game  
But your delusions—deep and cracked  
And hearts like yours don’t take love back  

[Verse 7]  
This world is cruel—I thought I knew  
But I said “I do” to the dark in you  
You broke my house, my name, my trust  
And turned soft hearts into rust  
But I rebuilt. Rewired my part.  
Concrete walls guard this heart.  
No access granted. No more spins.  
This story ends. I don't begin again.  

You made your bed. You played your part.  
You broke your mind. You split this art.  
Yeah, you say you miss me—  
I bet you do.  
Now life reflects the real you.  
What you had—wasn’t that bad  
Now it’s lost, and that’s just sad.  

[Outro – Spoken / Final Statement]  
Shit is done. Roads laid.  
Lesson burned—bridge unmade.  
I was traded. I was used.  
But I walked, and I refused.  

You held me back. You made me pay.  
But this tab?  
It’s yours. All day.


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Track 299: "This Tab’s Yours"

Immerse yourself in the sultry, hypnotic rhythm of Toxic Heat. This indie R&B track explores the fiery intensity of a toxic relationship, where love and pain collide. With mesmerizing repeats and an empowering message, it echoes the struggle to break free from toxicity. The deep 808 bass and slow tempo create a powerful atmosphere, pulling you deeper into the emotional storm. It’s time to reclaim your power and let the heat fade away. #IndieR&hhypnoticB #ToxicRelationship #EmpowermentMusic #HypnoticVibes #808Bass #SlowTempo #EmotionalMusic #SelfEmpowerment #RnbVibes #BreakFree



Toxic Heat

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Im Not Your Angel

Summary of “The Entertainment of Pain”
This lyric is a poetic indictment of how modern music industries commodify genuine suffering—turning emotional pain into packaged entertainment. It exposes the transformation of the voice from vessel of truth to instrument of performance, and challenges systems that prioritize vocal acrobatics over meaningful testimony.
The piece unfolds in layers:
Verses highlight how artists are pressured to polish their trauma for commercial appeal.
The chorus reframes pain not as a trend, but as historical evidence—refusing spectacle.
Bridge reflects on what’s lost when message is replaced by melody.
In the Hip-Hop cut, sharp rhymes and cultural nods (Sam Cooke, Nina Simone, Gil Scott-Heron) reclaim the mic as resistance, not trend.
Both versions close with a strong affirmation: this isn't entertainment—it’s survival art.
This lyric isn’t just music—it’s a moral confrontation. It asks: What happens when healing is choreographed? When truth is trimmed for applause? And it answers: Resistance lives in the unsanitized voice.

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"If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is the gift of knowing you’re alive."

4Me2BeFree is more than music—it’s my story, my scars, and my survival. Every song is a piece of me, a raw melody of love, heartbreak, and resilience. I blend AI-generated vocals and instruments with real emotions, turning my experiences—especially from an LGBTQ+ perspective—into something that speaks to anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or just searching for something real.

Breakup songs? Yeah, they hit different. Music carries us through the worst of it, and every generation finds their own anthems of love, loss, and getting back up. Heartache doesn’t care about age, gender, or where you come from—music connects us all.

I make music because I’ve been there. The pain, the anger, the hope—it's all in these songs. If something here hits home for you, let it. If you feel something, let me know. That’s the connection that keeps this alive.

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