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

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

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)

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)

Gave you all my love away
Caught up in the break of day
Sunshine is our only guide
Let's enjoy this crazy ride
Throw our worries to the wind
Never looking back again
Catch this moment while it's hot
Laugh and smile, let's take a shot

Ooh, baby, we got Love to Give
Dancing on the edge we live
Hold my hand and close your eyes
Feel the world and touch the skies
Twilight paints the world in gold
Hearts young will never grow old
Running wild through fields of dreams
Echoing our joyous screams

Every second counts so true
All this love I have for you
Bottled up, no time to waste
Let's savor every sweet taste
Ooh, baby, we got Love to Give
Dancing on the edge we live
Hold my hand and close your eyes
Feel the world and touch the skies

Ooh, baby, we got Love to Give
Dancing on the edge we live
Hold my hand and close your eyes
Feel the world and touch the skies
Ooh, baby, we got Love to Give
Dancing on the edge we live
Hold my hand and close your eyes
Feel the world and touch the skies

Ooh, baby, we got Love to Give
Dancing on the edge we live
Hold my hand and close your eyes

Love To Give

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.