Lisa Rogers is back, and this time, she’s taking center stage. After collaborating with JuiceB0X97 on past projects, she’s stepping into the spotlight with her highly anticipated solo EP, Ms. Lisa Rogers. This isn’t just an introduction—it’s a statement.

Blending Pop and R&B with her signature charisma, Lisa delivers a project that’s as uplifting as it is infectious. Known for her vibrant energy and undeniable talent, she’s here to prove that music isn’t just about melodies—it’s about bringing people together, sharing joy, and most importantly, having fun.

With JuiceB0X97 on production, Ms. Lisa Rogers is packed with feel-good anthems, smooth grooves, and a touch of humor that reminds us all that life is better when we’re laughing together. This EP marks the true arrival of Lisa Rogers as a solo artist, and she’s ready to take the world by storm—one song at a time.

Ms. Lisa Rogers

Ms. Lisa Rogers (Radio Edit)

Walking these aisles like a school once more
Suits barking orders till my eardrums soar
Got a snitch in the corner trying to play it cool
And a brown noser thinking he's ruling this fool

Over shelves, they whisper secrets untold
While a toxic couple's drama unfolds
Dodging pallets like they're hallway fights
Memories haunting these fluorescent lights

Warehouse Blues like teenage nights
Supervisors in their military types
Snitches and suck-ups in a ruthless game
Toxic lovers just fan the flame

Clocking in feels like detention hall
Supervisors, Eyes scan like a hawk on call
Whispers in the break room spread like wildfire
High school never left me it just got a job title

Those lunch bells are forklifts beeping sound
Rolling through the day like schoolyard ground
Drama in the lockers now boxed in a crate
High school still here only changes the game

Warehouse Blues like teenage nights
Supervisors in their military types
Snitches and suck-ups in a ruthless game
Toxic lovers just fan the flame

Warehouse Blues like teenage nights
Supervisors in their military types
Snitches and suck-ups in a ruthless game
Toxic lovers just fan the flame

Warehouse Blues like teenage nights
Supervisors in their military types
Snitches and suck-ups in a ruthless game
Toxic lovers just fan the flame

Warehouse Blues

At the potluck with my plate in hand, mystery dishes from every land
Curiosity got the best of me.
Looks like something from a fantasy
Smelled the casserole, didn't want to try
Ate a bite,
oh my,
oh why

My taste buds scream, call the fire brigade
Can they cook?
I'm a bit afraid
Potluck Madness,
taste bud crime
Everyone's smiling, faking fine

Take a drink to wash it down
Hope I survive this culinary town
Aunt Flo's chili has seen better days
Green and slimy in several ways

Uncle's pie was a crusty beast
Party on, a culinary feast
Potluck Madness, Taste Bud crime
Everyone's smiling, faking fine

Take a drink to wash it down
Hope I survive this culinary town
Sue's salad has a life of its own
Jimmy's jello wobbles grown

Dental floss in the mystery sauce
Hold my breath and pray, boss

Potluck Madness

Lisa Rogers’ R&B song dives deep into the lives of "Lot Lizards," a term used for women who work as prostitutes at truck stops. With a smooth, soulful sound, the song tells the stories of these women, highlighting their resilience and the challenges they face. 

Through poignant lyrics, Rogers paints vivid scenes of late-night encounters, revealing the personal narratives of the Lot Lizards—each with their unique struggles and dreams. The song captures their longing for connection amidst a harsh reality, combining themes of survival, vulnerability, and the search for dignity in a world that often overlooks them. 

With a blend of heartfelt melodies and hypnotic rhythms, the track not only sheds light on their daily lives but also celebrates their strength and complexity, inviting listeners to empathize with their experiences as they navigate both the highways and their own emotions.

Lot Lizard

Bossman's over there with his tie all tied
I'm on the dance floor looking for a fight
Punchbowl spiked
I'm feeling so light
Tonight's the night, let's ignite delight
Speeches and handshakes, but I just don't care
Talking so loud like nobody's there
Sipping on a cocktail like it's my right
Might get sacked, but hey, that's alright

Get Fired or Get Down, spin around
Lose the job but make the town
Who's gonna cry when we're this high
Party on, let's touch the sky
Sent a risky email, whoops, it's gone
Dancing on tables till the break of dawn
HR ladies giving me the eye
But tomorrow's problems are a future guide

Copy machines humming, I'm making it go
Printing out selfies, better them than those
Turn the office into a mini rave
Break the rules, gotta be brave
Tomorrow's me running for the door
Today's me wanting so much more
Crazy times might get me fired
But wine's got me feeling extra inspired

Tomorrow's me running for the door
Today's me wanting so much more
Crazy times might get me fired
But wine's got me feeling extra inspired

Get Fired Or Get Down (Version 2)

Making My Way (Radio Edit)

What's my name you gotta know
I buzz around I steal the show
With swagger moves and honeyed ease
Girl my name is William Bees

William Bees that's who I be
Flying high wild and free
Catch my vibe it's pure release
Girl my name is William Bees

Got the rhythm got the sting
Feel the rush when I take wing
Golden charm I aim to please
Girl my name is William Bees

William Bees that's who I be
Flying high wild and free
Catch my vibe it's pure release
Girl my name is William Bees

You can chase but can't catch me
I'm a spark electrified spree
With a grin that cuts like breeze
Girl my name is William Bees

William Bees that's who I be
Flying high wild and free
Catch my vibe it's pure release
Girl my name is William Bees

Girl my name is William Bees

William Bees that's who I be
Flying high wild and free
Catch myvibe it's pure release
Girl my name is William Bees

My Name is William Bees

Truer Words

Trading Love for Lost Things - Remix

Yeah… Sammie…
She don’t hold back, she don’t play safe…
Mmm…

Sammie hit my line, said she ready for the night,
She the type of freak that’ll keep you up all night.
No rules, no shame, everything go,
She the star of the show, let the whole world know.

Tattoo on her thigh, curves on swole,
Confidence drippin’ every move so cold.
Whisper in my ear, say she want that test,
Said “baby give me all, I can handle the rest.”

No gag, no fear, Sammie don’t quit,
Take it all down, she a pro with the shit.
She a freak in the sheets, angel in the light,
But when it’s after dark, Sammie savage on sight.

She don’t need no crown, but she reign in the bed,
Got a hundred fantasies runnin’ through her head.
Wild with the tongue, yeah she play no games,
Make a man tap out, gotta scream her name.

Every text from Sammie, it’s a dare, it’s a bet,
She gon’ ride till the morning, leave the whole floor wet.
She addictive, dangerous, sexy and bold,
Got stories ‘bout Sammie that’ll never be told.

No gag, no fear, Sammie don’t quit,
Take it all down, she a pro with the shit.
She a freak in the sheets, angel in the light,
But when it’s after dark, Sammie savage on sight.

She said “don’t hold back, I can take all that,
I’m the one you call when your ex turned wack.”
She a legend in the making, queen of the sin,
With Sammie on your team, boy, you bound to win.

No gag Sammie, yeah she handle her role,
Leave a man speechless, body and soul.
When she pull up on you, better come correct,
‘Cause Sammie take it farther than you ever expect.

Sammie

Smoke With You (feat. Gloria Juice)

Written, Freestyled, performed, mixed and mastered by Cozmo Jethro and Nasty Tha Mc https://soundcloud.com/nasty_tha_mc
Beat by Villatic https://soundcloud.com/villatic remixed by Cozmo Jethro and Nasty Tha Mc

Lyrics:

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Mo fire!

A ha ha! Yo Nasteeee! Let’s hit the mic one more time. Yeaaa, let’s rock it, yes, for the end of 2025.

Jaja! (giggle) It’s about that time!

Yes it is. Let’s get it!

Let go!

(Cozmo Jethro)

As this year comes to an end.
Nasty, I wanna say thanks my friend. (Thank you!)
I wanna end our year nice and smooth.
Collabin with you has been the real deal dude.

Since the beginning of the summer.
We’ve been goin at it.
And I gotta thank the beatmaker.
The great Villatic.

On my end, I’ve released 10 tracks of ours.
Got 4 sittin in the vault, yet to release yaaaa. (Much respect.)
I even got open verses sent from you.
And when I get the chance I’m gonna rock those too.

Rockin this year with you has been special.
Learned a ton, had hellafun, hell yea! (Me too!)

This has been my most prolific year.
I’ve never released so many tracks, ha ha aw yea!
You’ve encouraged me to do much more.
Releasing real hip hop, goin for it. (hip hop!)

I thank you man, for all that you’ve done.
And all we’ve created together as one. (hip hop!)
For me been a special musical year.
Creatin with you has been so damn fun yea!

(Nasty Tha Mc)

It’s about, it’s about that, you know for me too, yea.
A 1 2 alright Coz. Mmhmm.
Up up and away with my buddy and me.
Cozmo, check it out yea.

Two dope bros. huh.
From different damn mothas. 
Check it out no doubt.
Park ya ass.

Just damn listen and watch cause 
We are something oh yea, entertainin. (ha ha)
Just amazing that’s all.
Ya need to frickin know yea, that ether.

What we bring when we want to.
Straight to the da da dam table to the damn table, that’s damn true (straight up)

In the booth, I just cut it up.
In the booth, I get dirty what. (That’s right)
In the booth, he gets dusty what. (Yup)
Me dirty, he dusty, on it, (hiccup) and that’s somethin.

What we are for life that’s it.
2025 aw yea to 2000 and somethin yea infinity.
And beyond like that ya get me? (like that like that)
Dirty and dusty 2025 to infinity.  (infinity yalllllllll!)

Dirty and dusty 2025 to infinity. (oh yea!)
Dirty and dusty 2025 to infinity.
Dirty and dusty 2025 to infinity.  

(Cozmo Jethro)

We be dirty and dusty all day all night.
Rockin that mic till the early light.
Peace out yall, for 2025.

2025 Till Infinity (feat. Nasty Tha Mc)

Yeah… turned eighteen in 2015
Thought the world was mine
Little did I know that was the last year it was fine
Ayy, let’s talk about it

Why the world get fucked up soon as we turned grown?
2015 we was lit, 2016 the sky fell down
Trump, COVID, riots, checks, death, inflation, stress
Now that felon back in office, tell me who the fuck blessed?
Why the world get fucked up soon as we turned grown?
Graduation pics still up, but the future got foreclosed
We just wanted ass and cash, instead we got masks and ash
Why the world get fucked up soon as we turned grown?

2015, summer sixteen on the way
Me and my bitches turnin’ legal, pussy poppin’ every day
Yeezys on my feet, iPhone 6 Plus in my hand
Obama still president, thought peace was the plan
Then November hit, red wave, Twitter lost its mind
White boys in the group chat talkin’ “we gon’ be fine”
Grab ’em by the pussy tape, still won the vote
I’m like “y’all really let this cheeto get the nuclear codes?”
Fast-forward four years, 2020, world on pause
Can’t twerk in the club, gotta twerk in the house
Zoom classes, OnlyFans boom, mom lost her job
Grandma died alone on FaceTime, that shit fucked me up
Stimmy checks came, went straight to my ass shots
But the rent still due and the virus don’t stop

Why the world get fucked up soon as we turned grown?
2016 the devil won, 2020 he took the throne
Lost friends to the ‘rona, lost hope to the polls
Now we scrollin’ through the chaos, numb in our souls
Why the world get fucked up soon as we turned grown?
We was supposed to be the future, now we just gettin’ stoned
Bills pilin’, dreams dyin’, pussy still fire though
But why the world get fucked up soon as we turned grown?

January 6th, I’m watchin’ TV gettin’ ate out
Some hillbilly in horns breakin’ in the United States Capital 
I bust and I’m like “wait… did they just storm the Capitol for real?”
While I’m still on my knees, America lost the wheel
2021, vax card in my titty, still can’t breathe
Landlord want three months back rent, bitch please
2022, gas five dollars, eggs ten a dozen
Student loans back on, Uncle Sam said “fuck it”
2024, they ran the rematch nobody asked for
Grandpa Cheeto won again, now he pardoning his crash dummies at the back door
Twitter turned to X, Elon turned to a clown
Meanwhile my credit score lower than the bodies in the ground

We was supposed to be the chosen ones
Coachella, bottle service, travel the globe for fun
Instead we got trauma bonds and 401k scams
PTSD from push notifications, goddamn

Why the world get fucked up soon as we turned grown?!
We just wanted to be hot, rich, and fuck with no phones
Now we grown-grown, broke-broke, scared-scared
Second Trump term, World War III in the air
Why the world get fucked up soon as we turned grown?!
I’m 28 still twerkin’ for rent money alone
Lightskin tears on my lash extensions
Born in ’97, this the millennial Armageddon

Happy birthday to us…
The world ended the day we turned up
Fuck.

Turn Grown

Creator of AreYouSerious Records. AYSR homes different artists.
Gloria Juice
JJ Julius
The Eerie Sisters Union (Kimmy and Nancy Nancy)
Angelo McMichael 
Ms. Lisa Rogers 
And more

Semi Artist and an okay Producer, Songwriter, and around-good guy. Why not have others sing your songs? That sounds like this one person

Proud African American Male, Educated and love all types of music. Make music from R&B, Pop, Country, Rock and more.

Get Fired Or Get Down (Version 2)

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