Name: Solo Vibe by Игорь Кряжев
Duration: 2 min 52 s
Description: Afro-rap fusion, Russian vocals, heavy 808 bass, energetic drums, 140 BPM

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A TREASURE AND A HANDFUL by NOVA J

I’ll never forget when we met
Told you not to take me seriously
Isn’t that sad?
Now here we are, we’ve come so far
Still together after all this time
And I’m so glad

I had a lot of healing to do
I was in pieces, you were the glue

You saw what nobody else could see
Beyond my broken personality
You gave me all your love for free
You saw the hidden treasure in me

I’m a treasure and a handful
Poison pleasure, it was painful
But you never called me shameful
You’re a treasure and a handful

High beams in a taxi cab
Scanning sidewalks for someone to grab
Me and a stranger sharing a room
Fighting off the impending doom
But you found me there
No judgment, just care

All the others held a grudge
But you never held back love

You saw what nobody else could see
Beyond my broken personality
You gave me all your love for free
You saw the hidden treasure in me

I’m a treasure and a handful
Poison pleasure, it was painful
But you never called me shameful
You’re a treasure and a handful

Oh, the world is breaking, creating
Oh, the tides are rising, cascading
Oh, the earth is shaking, rearranging
But through it all, you’re the one I call

Helping break my fall
Standing strong and tall

You saw what nobody else could see
Beyond my broken personality
You gave me all your love for free
You saw the hidden treasure in me

I’m a treasure and a handful
Poison pleasure, it was painful
But you never called me shameful
You’re a treasure and a handful

A TREASURE AND A HANDFUL

ANALOG by NOVA J

In my dreams I’m back in ‘93
In the office, computer-free
Fluorescent lights and rotary
Full of vintage machinery

Oh, I long to be analog (analog)
Yeah, I long to be analog (analog)

Off the grid
Analog
(Off the grid
Analog)

Yes to corded simplicity
No to scrolling anxiety
TV static serenity
In my dreams I’m back in ‘93

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

Off the grid
Analog
(Off the grid
Analog)

In my dreams I’m trauma-free
Blur the bad that happened to me
Rose-colored glasses, simplicity
In my dreams I’m back in ‘93

Oh, I long to be analog (analog)
Yeah, I long to be analog (analog)

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

ANALOG

COLLIDE by Nova J

Ahmmmm

I woke up from anesthesia
Found out I was black and blue
Traced the bruises on my body
(Back to you) Back to you

I was running from the heartache
But I knew I couldn’t fake
Kept on using ‘til I’d break
The biggest dose that I could take

The pain hits like a freight train
Right when all the drugs subside
The tracks are lined with bodies
When you and I collide
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh…)
You and I collide

(Collide… collide…)
I almost died
(Collide… collide…)
But I survived

Now I’m lying in this bed by
Hooked up to a machine
My hands are shaking, I’m deleting
Every photo of you and me
(You and me…) You and me
(You and me)

Now I might be lying down
But I swear I’ll soon be free
Walking through my hometown
Without your shadow haunting me

The pain hits like a freight train
Right when all the drugs subside
The tracks are lined with bodies
When you and I collide
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh…)
You and I collide

(Collide… collide…)
I almost died
(Collide… collide…)
But I survived

COLLIDE

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UNDERWEAR DRAWER by NOVA J

My coffee’s bitter / The taste is wrong
I’m not a quitter / Why are you gone?
I left your book / on my nightstand
No need to look / I know the end

Couldn’t say sorry to your face
So I let the silence take your place
I type a message then hit erase
I’m dying in this empty space

So I spend my money on therapy
Writing letters, honey, you’ll never see
I hide them all in my underwear drawer
The place you put your things before

Ooooh hmm / I hide your letters in my underwear drawer
Ooooh hmm / I hide your letters in my underwear drawer

Maybe you’re better / maybe you’re free
Maybe you’re never / Thinking of me
Do you ever wonder? / If I’m alright
When you lay under / Someone else tonight 

Your coat’s still hanging on my door
It doesn’t smell like you anymore
Funny how some things fade so fast
Except for the pain, that always lasts

So I spend my money on therapy
Writing letters, honey, you’ll never see
I hide them all in my underwear drawer
The place you put your things before

Ooooh hmm / I hide your letters in my underwear drawer
Ooooh hmm / I hide your letters in my underwear drawer

Sometimes I miss our old damn fights
The way we’d make up the whole damn night
Your shoes are here, collecting dust
I ask myself. Was it love? Or lust?
I tear up the pages, keep trying again
But nothing I’m writing can make amends

So I spend my money on therapy
Writing letters, honey, you’ll never see
I hide them all in my underwear drawer
The place you put your things before

Ooooh hmm / In my underwear drawer
Ooooh hmm / The one you used before
Ooooh hmm / I keep staring at the door
Ooooh hmm / I miss you more and more

UNDERWEAR DRAWER

Afro-rap fusion, Russian vocals, heavy 808 bass, energetic drums, 140 BPM

Solo Vibe

Shut up, sit pretty By NOVA J

Shut up. Sit pretty.
In this pretty city.
Think about blinkin’?
Don’t. That’s a pity.

Daddy gonna cut you off.
Piggy at the trough.
Wanna eat? Wanna stay?
Then shut up. Sit pretty.

Hands folded. Smile wide.
Mouth shut. Swallow pride.
Heels high. Head low.
That’s the only way it goes.

Sit pretty. Don’t talk back.
Lipstick red, but your world fades black.
Wanna stay? Wanna play?
Learn the rules. Don’t disobey.

Sit pretty. Hush that mouth.
Take what you get—don’t dare call out.
Wanna eat? Wanna stay?
Then shut up. Sit pretty.

Diamonds tight around your throat.
Wrapped up pretty, velvet rope.
Let ‘em stare. Let ‘em touch.
But don’t you ever ask for much.

Daddy keeps the power on.
But it’s a loan—it won’t last long.
Play your part. Keep it tight.
Smile sweet. Say goodnight.

Hands folded. Smile wide.
Mouth shut. Swallow pride.
Heels high. Head low.
That’s the only way it goes.

Sit pretty. Don’t talk back.
Lipstick red, but your world fades black.
Wanna stay? Wanna play?
Learn the rules. Don’t disobey.

Sit pretty. Hush that mouth.
Take what you get—don’t dare call out.
Wanna eat? Wanna stay?
Then shut up. Sit pretty’d.

Cage is gold. Walls too tall.
Dressed up. Stripped down. Watch you fall.
Dance on strings. Smile through pain.
Deep inside, you curse his name.

Sit pretty. Don’t talk back.
Lipstick red, but your world fades black.
Wanna stay? Wanna play?
Learn the rules. Don’t disobey.

Sit pretty. Don’t talk back.
Lipstick red, but your world fades black.
Wanna stay? Wanna play?
Learn the rules. Don’t disobey.

Shut up, sit pretty

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Solo Vibe

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