AreYouSerious Records R&B/Soul Music

Lisa Rogers is a vibrant and energetic pop artist hailing from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, with a unique blend of humor, heart, and undeniable talent. From a young age, Lisa dreamed of being a pop singer, idolizing her hero P!NK for her powerful voice and fearless attitude. But deep down, Lisa always felt a strong connection to the soulful, emotive music of Mary J. Blige, which influenced her ability to pour emotion into every song she writes.

Known for her infectious personality and creativity, Lisa is constantly coming up with songs about everything and anything. Whether it’s the funny moments of life or the heartfelt struggles, she has a way of weaving comedy into her music, making her songs not only catchy but relatable and fun. Lisa loves to tell jokes, and she finds joy in infusing her music with humor to bring a smile to her listeners’ faces.

Lisa is also a devoted wife and mother of three. Her family is her anchor, and she loves nothing more than spending time with her husband and kids. Her husband has always been her biggest supporter, even helping her promote her music and push her dreams forward. When he heard about a producer named JuiceB0X97, he reached out in hopes of connecting with him. For a few weeks, JuiceB0X97 didn't respond, but it was only because he was busy with other projects. Eventually, JuiceB0X97 reached out to Lisa, and when they finally met, it was clear there was an instant connection.

From the moment Lisa met JuiceB0X97, she had him laughing and enjoying every minute of their conversation. Her energy, dedication, and passion for her music were undeniable, and JuiceB0X97 was immediately captivated by her authenticity and commitment to her craft. Right then and there, he decided to work with Lisa and help her and her family pursue their dreams. When JuiceB0X97 told her that he would always be there to support her, Lisa hugged him and said, "You’ll always be family."

Now, with JuiceB0X97 by her side, Lisa Rogers is ready to share her vibrant pop music with the world, filled with her signature blend of humor, heart, and the genuine joy she brings to her craft. With her family’s support and a new collaboration with one of the industry’s most talented producers, Lisa is more determined than ever to make her mark in the music world.

Lisa Rogers YouTube

Ms. Lisa Rogers

Uncle Vanilla Beans, a dynamic producer and drummer, is carving out a distinct space in the music industry with a sound that is as layered and innovative as his background. Born and raised in a vibrant musical family, Uncle Vanilla Beans—known to friends and fans alike for his unmistakable energy and creativity—is the younger brother of the well-recognized artist JuiceB0X97. Their collaborative spirit is palpable, as he lends his skills as drummer and co-producer on the majority of JuiceB0X97's tracks, infusing each song with infectious rhythms and a unique sonic flair.

Living with albinism, Uncle Vanilla Beans has transformed what some might see as a limitation into a driving force behind his artistry. He embodies resilience and authenticity—qualities that resonate deeply within his music. He believes that individuality is worth celebrating and channels his experiences into every beat he lays down, crafting soundscapes that invite listeners to explore the world through his eyes.

Uncle Vanilla Beans has been an integral part of the underground music scene, gaining recognition not just for his drumming prowess but also for his keen ability to produce tracks that blend genres, seamlessly merging hip-hop, electronic, and pop elements. His rich, textured beats provide the perfect backdrop for JuiceB0X97's thought-provoking lyrics and captivating melodies, creating a synergy that keeps audiences coming back for more.

As he continues to develop his unique voice as an artist, Uncle Vanilla Beans is also a passionate advocate for inclusivity in the music industry, using his platform to inspire others who may feel marginalized. His journey is a testament to the power of creativity and self-expression, proving that limitations do not define us—they can, in fact, propel us forward.

With a growing catalog of collaborative work and his own upcoming solo projects, Uncle Vanilla Beans is set to make waves in the music world. Fans can anticipate a fresh blend of innovation, soul, and rhythm as he takes center stage, inviting everyone to join him in celebrating individuality and the transformative power of music.

Uncle Vanilla Beans

JuiceB0X97 Greatests Hits (Vol ♾️ESSENTIALS)

On the way back home
Everything's going wrong
All these cars passing slow
Don't know if I can hold on

I'm trying
Make my way home
Every light's been red too long
Don't know if I can hold on
Don't know if I can hold on

Locked out of the door
The toilets around me
Made me lose it on the floor
I can't find the keys
Ooh, ooh
I can't find the keys
Ooh, ooh
I can't find the keys
Ooh, ooh
I can't find the fucking keys
I can't find the fucking keys
I can't find them, I can't hold on
Will I make my way home?

The toilet's near
Now I'm hopeless
Can't walk and hold on
Can't walk and hold on

Am I gonna make it?
Am I gonna make it?
Am I gonna make it?
Ooh, Ooh

Making My Way (Can't Find The Key)

Gloria Juice YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLIMsUMBm2IiKoytW31gW-AbwPBpetoqLi

[Verse 1]
Yea, Yo, We watching Youtube
I loop a good beat and we rappin stoopid
Into the late night, that's my definition of fun, right?
Spit hot fire, who was it?
That's my dude abu, but like bagels, I butter two sides, runnin' through

[Verse 2]
And they both gave me stank eye
My dude, get back in that boot
Wordplay
Nothing y'all little pupusa heads got used ta
I used ta be a grass leg
Learned some lessons like a class said
I'm a better pro now, so red
I see that red right in my cereal

[Bridge]
I'm cuckoo so, here we go

[Chorus]
We're just some stoopids dancing around
We're just some stoopids joke in the room, and
We're just some stoopids falling down

[Verse 3]
(MMoney Mouth)
Yea, Yo
Hanging out with the homies
Rappin' 'bout stoopid stuff while we're rocking Stussy
And the magic comes out just as we expected it
OMG! Mikes fell in the dog poo
in the dog poo (Surprise)

[Verse 4]
That's the apple of Newton
We're stoopid, but we know we ain't foolish
In the stoop like the house on the front steps
In the house like the stoop loosin' one scent
Salt N Peppa, push it out like a dumb band
Every burn bin a germ turned salmonella
In the end, who's your friend, they a woman felon?
It don't make sense, but it felt right

Stoopid

Some scars tell stories, and JuiceB0X97 is turning his pain into music with his latest single, "Bone Parade." Inspired by a real-life injury when he broke his jaw on Halloween Back In 2012, this track dives deep into the experience—blending haunting melodies with raw lyricism.

With eerie, atmospheric production and hard-hitting beats, "Bone Parade" captures the surreal mix of pain, resilience, and the strange way life can play tricks on you. JuiceB0X97 transforms a moment of hardship into an anthem of strength, reminding listeners that even in the darkest times, there’s a rhythm to keep moving forward.

Whether you’ve faced your own battle scars or just love a track with a gripping backstory, "Bone Parade" is a must-hear—dark, intense, and undeniably powerful.

The moon is high the night is cold
Bones rattle but I ain't sold
The band parade with ghosts and ghouls
I ain't joining I'm no fool

Faces painted masks on tight
Skeletons dance in the neon light
They're marching down the haunted lane
But I'm staying clear of that insane

I don't wanna break my jaw tonight
Tripping over shadows ain't my fight
Staying home where it's safe and sound
While the Bone Parade tears up the town

Witches cackle from the old oak tree
But those spells ain't catching me
Zombies shuffle by my door
But I won't step on that blood-red floor

There's a werewolf howling in the dark
Echoes bounce through the empty park
The band plays on but I keep still
Keeping my teeth and avoiding thrills

I don't wanna break my jaw tonight
Tripping over shadows ain't my fight
Staying home where it's safe and sound
While the Bone Parade tears up the town

Bone Parade - Single

Bone Parade

Welcome everyone
To this R&B
Album
Juke joint
Yeah
Vibe & Groove
All right now

We got the music to jam and groove your head to
Bouncin' in and out like funk steppers you are
And Unforgettables juicin' sensuality
That make you return to that place as a child

That make you fall in love again (oh yeah now)
Lot of albums R&B albums can't do that no more

But we here to bring it back
Y'all
I am what I am
Real R&B
No trap
Real R&B
No trap
Real R&B with snap
Real instruments for the soul

Coming right at you beyond control
Turntables spin
Whirling souls
Electric boom-bap will save us all
Organic sexuality for the soul

And this is something you can cruise to (yeah, uh)
And it is something you can groove to
And it is

Vibe & Groove (Interlude)

Lights flashin' in the rearview glow
She's laughin' like she don't know
Her world's spinning round and round
Feet off the solid ground

Picked her up she's out of control
Lipstick smudge like a lost soul
Drunk eyes tryin' to stay awake
Hands sliding for my sake

She says let's get a little crazy
Her head's a bit too hazy
Midnight whispers in my ear
Lust is driving we'll disappear

Turn up the volume can't hear a word
She's slurring something so absurd
Every mile her touch is bolder
Heartbeats getting colder

Red lights trying to warn us both
Her breath on my neck like a ghost
Swerving through the empty night
Caught in wrong but it feels right

She says let's get a little crazy
Her head's a bit too hazy
Midnight whispers in my ear
Lust is driving we'll disappear

Made it home girl what a wild ride
You're stumbling but look alive
Shoes lost in the hallway haze
Licking lips in a frenzied craze

Light flickers shadows play tricks
You're giggling lost in the mix
Whispered words and sneaky grins
Bedroom's calling let's dive in

Intoxicated sky so high
Our hands dance like fireflies
Can't remember how much we drank
But here we are love on the brink

Zippers fumble buttons fly
Nothing sober in our sky
Your touch is wild night so young
Morning's just a loaded gun

Fall into the midnight dream
Nothin' here is what it seems
Step by step we lose the night
Into dawn let's take this flight

Intoxicated sky so high
Our hands dance like fireflies
Can't remember how much we drank
But here we are love on the brink

Angelo YouTube

Midnight Whisper (Intoxicated Sky Part 1 & 2.)

Lisa Rogers YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLIMsUMBm2IiIDSwniOYKN9z3OGxh_Ffxo

We're sneaking out the back door
Feel the freedom hit the core
Down the alley past the store
Skipping school
Can't ask for more

With my friends, we're walking free
Laughing loud it's just the key
Dreaming big under the tree
Nothing's better
Can't you see

Chilling by the old park bench
Talking life don't need a wrench
Jokes and laughter
Perfect blend
Summer breeze
Time won't end

With my friends, we're walking free
Laughing loud it's just the key
Dreaming big under the tree
Nothing's better
Can't you see

But then I see that fam'liar car
Driving close but feels so far
Momma's smile like a shining star
In that moment
Feels bizarre

With my friends, we're walking free
Laughing loud it's just the key
Dreaming big under the tree
Nothing's better
Can't you see

With my friends, we're walking free
Laughing loud it's just the key
Dreaming big under the tree
Nothing's better
Can't you see

Groove With Ms. Barbara

Brighter Days

Hey baby, it's our anniversary Another month gone by, guess that's another victory
Lookin' in your eyes, layin' there like we got nowhere to be
Damn, what a sight emotionally
It's time to change things up and try some new things

A fancy dinner or some spontaneous travelin
Makin' future plans like us, still spendin' every Valentine
There's no doubt in my mind, I'll be right here for as long as you like
Feel the magic risin, the temperature's risin

Can you feel it, you're untouchable, you make my heart unpredictable
You're makin' me question my schedule
Hey baby, it's our anniversary
Another month gone by, guess that's another victory

Lookin' in your eyes, layin' there like we got nowhere to be
Damn, what a sight emotionally
This is anniversary, we makin' history
All black dress, I told her she's stuck with a mystery

My intentions ain't clear until you strip it free
Damn, what a sight emotionally
Emotionally, this got to me, but spiritually
You're all I need, it's clear to see, I hope you're ridin' with me

With my girl gone, stupid semi-automatic
Can't handle all the explosive love in my cabin
Folds over like a piece of paper, mathematically
Can you handle it though, are you truly ready

Or is this an early celebration, have I spoken prematurely
These thoughts are runnin' in my head, mixed in with thoughts of post-anniversary
Headin' up mines, experiences never done before
Goin' downtown, pullin' up at the arrival

It's optional, then hometown experiences can continue
It's tear jerkin, grippin, kissin' and laughin, does it make you cry
I wait for the next time to happen, all I can do is wait and see
But no, I treat you like a 2008 Derrick Rose

Mr. Rose meets Mr. West
Pour more roses, we've done our best
Go to moments, precious times
It's all always on my mind

Wishin' for more years and good health
Hope we rebuild every time we've dealt
And they are constantly active
The happiness is increasing and improving into a new anniversary

And the anniversaries are becoming permanent
How we fell is no longer relevant
It's because we now only speak in excellence
When reminiscing over what made this special moment possible

Everybody had to be on the same page
And time is of the essence

Anniversary

I scramble my rollie
Damn

It's almost time to take a woman out
Dang well

And I'm here stuck on lonely
Tryin' to decide which shorty now

Damn

I'm feelin' some pressure
'Cause I just slipped into this mackin' mode

Shorty takin' forever
Too long

For me to wait another week or so
I'll be damned

Show me meet me in the parking lot
Walk softly

Let's creep slow
Don't speak no

Dollars for your thoughts
Let's tiptoe

Up into the car and just see how it goes
Ooh

I'll call on each shorty
And I'm gonna do my best to have an interview

First caller's Kierra
No question about it

She can suck a pool through a tube

Ocean
Yes she can

There's Brittany
Thoughtful

But the most vulgar woman ever known (known, known)

She'll argue
Debate you

And she don't even like sports
But she'll wrestle you in bed just to set the tone

And you know
That I might choose her

Show me meet me in the parking lot
Walk softly

Let's creep slow
Don't speak no

Dollars for your thoughts
Let's tiptoe

Up into the car and just see how it goes
Ooh

Bored on lonely

G-Juice Time Is Now!

Yeah, girl, I look at you and you look good
Come with me, we can Play Wrestlin' in the bedroom
We might even knock down some furniture
Crashing through the wall, I just might hurt you
We can wrestle all night, nonstop
Girl, on my beast, watch out, girl, I'm hot

Put the women on the top rope
That's just a preview of the show
That's where we go I'm the undisputed heavyweight champion
Your clothes drop to the floor like Andre and the gang again
Hogan in the ring, girl, cause I ain't ending this

Till I've had you, you need a special move
Cause mama ain't working, girl, it's going down
Either someone's gonna get hurt or get pinned
On the mat
Making them tap in the ring in between moments
Counting one to three, you're screaming
I-D-G-A-F on the loud mouth

Breaking everything, even legs, girl, let it out now
Till you cannot speak and
Muhammad Ali comes out
Girl, you know what I'm talking about
Yeah, girl, I look at you and you look good
Come with me, we can Play Wrestlin' in the bedroom
We might even knock down some furniture
Crashing through the wall, I just might hurt you
Don't make me slam you down in the bedroom
Then you step into my ring, I'm gonna serve you
Pick you up and flip you over

Dive right off the dress to my guy
Stone cold like I'm Austin
Bring the darker version of Batman
Bring your cousin in cause we might need a tag team
Everybody getting plundered with them hand clings
Bedroom turned into a cage match, no ref

It's only ten rules in this
Number one is don't forget the safe word
Otherwise, your head will be smashed with a lid
Hit that Texas cloverleaf, tap her out, make her sleep again
Bring everybody to my Royal Rumble
Beating up them pussies, make them stumble

Memphis underground, dog, find the master
Girl, I look at you and you look good
Come with me, we can Play Wrestlin' in the bedroom
We might even knock down some furniture
Crashing through the wall, I just might hurt you

Gloria's Time

Play Wrestlin'

Unlucky Dee

Chillin' at the cookout
Cooler than the other side of the pillow
Look out
Somebody took out the food
The whole hood out
Music loud as it could go
We gon' do it good now
They about to see the footwork
Nothin' but steppin' on the woodwork
Shinin' so hard
I gotta look hurt
If you ain't wearin' good perfume
Then you can't be my good girl
Oh
Look
My sugar

If you could just stand there and do that two-step
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Oh
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Oh

If you could just stand there and do that two-step
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Oh
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Oh

At the cookout
We gon' do it good now
At the cookout
We gon' do it good now
At the cookout
We gon' do it good now
At the cookout
We gon' do it good now

Chillin' at the cookout
Cooler than the other side of the pillow
Look out
Somebody took out the food
The whole hood out
Music loud as it could go
We gon' do it good now
They about to see the footwork
Nothin' but steppin' on the woodwork
Shinin' so hard
I gotta look hurt
If you ain't wearin' good perfume
Then you can't be my good girl
Oh
Look
My sugar

If you could just stand there and do that two-step
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Oh
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get

Chillin' at the Cookout

“Man… I knew I shouldn’t have ate them nachos at lunch…”
“Ooo my stomach…”
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaap
“Ayo...”

Math class, feelin’ kinda strange,
Gut twistin’ up like a video game.
Tryna raise my hand, but I’m sweatin’ bullets,
Teacher callin’ on me, I’m like “Yo I can’t do this!”

Slide out my seat, cheeks clenched tight,
Waddlin’ through the hall tryna hold that fight.
Made it to the bathroom, stall on lock,
But my stomach like “Boy let’s rock.”

I’m in the stall, tryna keep it down low,
But my booty got plans it’s ready to blow.
Suddenly the door swing, footsteps in the air,
Some dude yellin’, “Ew! What’s that in there?!”

“Ayooo, someone takin’ a sht in here!”*
I froze up, now I’m filled with fear.
“Yoooo… Who man is this??”
They kickin’ the door now I’m on the hit list!

I said, “Please bruh, lemme poop in peace…”
They said, “We got nosebleeds from that toxic release!”
Somebody snitched I heard a name drop,
“Yo I think that’s ABU blowin’ up the spot!”

I’m like, “Yo why me?! This can’t be life!”
Now my business out like a TikTok swipe.
The bell rings, but the rumors start first,
“Yo Abu dropped nukes call the nurse!!”

Hallway’s buzzin’, I’m in shame,
They pointin’ fingers, chantin’ my name.
“Yo Abu, the bathroom bandit!”
Whole school roastin’, I can’t stand it!

I’m in the stall, prayin’ for a redo,
They screamin’ loud like it’s breaking news.
“Yo someone light a candle!” “Where’s the Febreze?!”
I’m tryna wipe quick and leave with speed.

“Yoooo… Who man is this??”
My shoes gave me up  I’m on the list.
They textin’, postin’, Snapchat tags,
“Abu dropped bombs and tore the flags!!”

“Ayo Abu you good bro?”
“Man… I just wanted to poop in peace…”
“Well next time tell your stomach to chill.”
“Yooo WHO MAN IS THIS??!”

Yo, Who Man Is This?!

Yeah, it's your day, baby
Whether it's May, September, January or July
We gon' celebrate you tonight
Let's groove

May 23rd, got the candles lit
Dancing to the rhythm, let the DJ spin it
September 12th, when the nights feel cool
We party like forever, breaking every rule

January 19th, we toast to the year
New beginnings shine, put your hands in the air
July 19th, summer sun in the sky
We groove all night, let the good times fly

Groove on your birthday, feel that beat
Step to the rhythm, move your feet
No matter the day, the love's the same
Your birthday groove is a holy flame

Groove on your birthday, shine so bright
Celebrate your soul tonight
Groove on your birthday, don't you hide
It's your moment, live your life

Blow the candles out, make a wish so true
This groove is forever made just for you
Every heartbeat's a drum, every laugh's a song
When it's your birthday, you can't go wrong

We celebrate the gift of you
Every month, every season, joy shines through
From winter chills to the summer flame
The world's a better place when we call your name

Groove, groove, groove it right
It's your birthday, shine tonight
Groove, groove, don't let go
Everybody in the place, let the rhythm flow

Groove on your birthday, feel that beat
Step to the rhythm, move your feet
No matter the day, the love's the same
Your birthday groove is a holy flame

Groove on your birthday, shine so bright
Celebrate your soul tonight
Groove on your birthday, don't you hide
It's your moment, live your life

Happy birthday
Keep grooving
Keep shining
Groove on your birthday, feel that beat

Step to the rhythm, move your feet
No matter the day, the love's the same
Your birthday groove is a holy flame
Groove on your birthday, shine so bright

Celebrate your soul tonight
Groove on your birthday, don't you hide
It's your moment, live your life
Groove on your birthday, feel that beat

Step to the rhythm, move your feet
No matter the day, the love's the same
Your birthday groove is a holy flame
Groove on your birthday, shine so bright

Shine so nice
Groove on your birthday, don't you hide
It's your moment, live your life

Groove on Your Birthday

Say My Name No More

You my girl, my Bonnie, my crime,
Through the struggle, through the hustle, every dime.
In the whip, top down, we don’t hide,
Got the pistol in the dash, you by my side.

All these other women couldn’t take your place,
You my peace, my fire, my saving grace.
We get dirty, we get high, we get wild,
But you my queen, my woman, my style.

Girl, you my ride or die (ride or die),
Through the lows and the highs (lows and highs).
Put the world on fire for you,
Ain’t nothin’ I won’t do.
You my girl, my ride or die (ride or die),
Never leave, never lie (never lie).
All the pain, all the nights we cried,
Still my girl, my ride or die.

Uh, she the type to load the clip when it’s war time,
Hold me down in the cell, that’s a rare find.
She gon’ ride, she gon’ slide when it’s time to flex,
Shorty blowin’ up my line when she want the sex.
We get drunk, we get loud, we get lost in sin,
But that Henny and her body make me dive right in.
Ain’t no fakin’, she the truth when the smoke clears,
Every thug need love, and my love here.

All these other women couldn’t take your place,
You my peace, my fire, my saving grace.
We get dirty, we get high, we get wild,
But you my queen, my woman, my style.

Girl, you my ride or die (ride or die),
Through the lows and the highs (lows and highs).
Put the world on fire for you,
Ain’t nothin’ I won’t do.
You my girl, my ride or die (ride or die),
Never leave, never lie (never lie).
All the pain, all the nights we cried,
Still my girl, my ride or die.

Through the struggle, through the pain,
Through the losses, through the gain.
If they touch you, I’m gon’ slide,
Girl, forever you my ride.

Girl, you my ride or die (ride or die),
Through the lows and the highs (lows and highs).
Put the world on fire for you,
Ain’t nothin’ I won’t do.
You my girl, my ride or die,
Forever us, no goodbye.
Yeah, you my girl, my ride or die.

That’s facts…
Til the grave, baby.

Ride or Die

I’m laid back, feet up, playlist loud,
Sippin’ on peace, don’t need no crowd.
Then my phone buzz twice, then it buzz again,
Guess who it is? Same story, my friend.

You askin’ “What you doin’? Where you at right now?”
But I ain’t your diary, stop tryna track me down.
I left that chapter, tried to close that page,
But you textin’ like a storm, tryna rattle my cage.

I’m coolin’, I’m vibin’, I’m livin’ my life,
You steady poppin’ up like you got the right.
But my patience thin, don’t test my zone,
I’m two taps away from cuttin’ off your phone.

Better chill with the buzzin’ or you gon’ get dropped,
My ignore game crazy, I ain’t never been soft.
One more text and it’s a done story,
Welcome to the block party.
Yeah, I’m breathin’ in peace, you disturb my night,
Tryna pull me back in, but it don’t feel right.
One more call, you gon’ lose that glory,
Welcome to the block party.

Every “wyd” just feel the same,
You playin’ old tricks in a brand-new game.
I’m not your fallback, not your late-night vibe,
So why you blowin’ up when I’m tryna survive?

I’m not cold-hearted, I just learned my worth,
And my peace of mind is the richest turf.
I’m tryna meditate, elevate, breathe,
But your texts like chains that I need to leave.

I’m chillin’, I’m coastin’, no stress on me,
But you pushin’ my patience endlessly.
Two seconds more, then your number gone,
Block party open, you don’t belong.

Better chill with the buzzin’ or you gon’ get dropped,
My ignore game crazy, I ain’t never been soft.
One more text and it’s a done story,
Welcome to the block party.
Yeah, I’m breathin’ in peace, you disturb my night,
Tryna pull me back in, but it don’t feel right.
One more call, you gon’ lose that glory,
Welcome to the block party.

Ring-ring nah, I ain’t pickin’ up.
Text-text  nah, I don’t give a
Peace is priceless, can’t buy this vibe,
But you one step closer to gettin’ denied.

Better chill with the buzzin’ or you gon’ get dropped,
My ignore game crazy, I ain’t never been soft.
One more text and it’s a done story,
Welcome to the block party.

Yeah… block party’s full tonight.
Guess who ain’t invited?

Block Party - Single

Block Party

Yeah… ohhh Jada…
Box braids swingin’, baby hair layin’…
Mmm, lip gloss drippin’…

Jada got them box braids, swayin’ when she walk,
Baby hair slick, every edge on lock.
Lip gloss poppin’, yeah she glow in the light,
Whisper in my ear, that lip goss bite.

She the type make a thug act soft,
One look from her eyes, I’m already lost.
Cherry on her lips, candy taste when we kiss,
She a whole vibe, baby, Jada like this.

Lip gloss Jada, box braids killer,
Baby hair laid, attitude thriller.
She shine in the night, body so boss,
Got me hooked on that lip gloss.

Gloss on my neck when she slide down slow,
Jada in control, she already know.
Trap queen body with a soul so sweet,
She grind to the bass, got me stuck in the beat.

She don’t talk much, but her lips confess,
Secrets in the dark when she leave that mess.
Box braids brushin’ all over my chest,
She the reason why I never get rest.

Lip gloss Jada, box braids killer,
Baby hair laid, attitude thriller.
She shine in the night, body so boss,
Got me hooked on that lip gloss.

Lip gloss Jada, box braids killer,
Baby hair laid, attitude thriller.
She shine in the night, body so boss,
Got me hooked on that lip gloss.

She don’t chase, she choose,
Drip game tight, no lose.
Berry shine on her lips,
Baby girl dangerous with every kiss.

Box braids swing, baby hair wave,
Lip gloss Jada, the one that I crave.
Late-night talk, that lip goss true,
Jada, Jada I’m stuck on you.

Jada (feat. YngBndz)

Yeah… uh…
She said she need me tonight…

Phone buzzin’ late night, Olivia on the call,
Say her head full of noise, she about to fall.
Boss been trippin’, bills stackin’ high,
She need me in the moment just to ease her mind.

She talk dirty on the phone, voice soft but wild,
Said “Come fix this energy, I don’t wanna be mild.”
I pull up slow, city lights in the rain,
Know she need therapy the way she say my name.

Overstimulated Olivia, stressed out queen,
Need me in the night just to blow off steam.
She want me to take control, slow it down,
Turn her chaos into moans, lay her body down.

She open up the door in that black silk dress,
Eyes tell a story that she can’t suppress.
I lay hands on her waist, she start to unwind,
Breathin’ in my ear like she losin’ her mind.

We sweat out the tension, she claw at my skin,
Say “Take all this pressure, let the healing begin.”
She ridin’ my rhythm, she forgets her stress,
Her therapy session endin’ in a mess.

Overstimulated Olivia, stressed out queen,
Need me in the night just to blow off steam.
She want me to take control, slow it down,
Turn her chaos into moans, lay her body down.

Release the pressure, baby, breathe in slow,
Let me drain your worries, let the passion flow.
We ain’t thinkin’ ‘bout tomorrow, just tonight,
Olivia find her peace in the heat of the night.

Overstimulated, but she free in my arms,
I’m her antidote, her calm in the storm.
Olivia, Olivia, she my late-night call,
Said she needed release, and I gave her it all.

Olivia

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.