yeah yeah , com'mon

[ Ref, smooth whispering voice]
Life isn't quest,  it's not a race,
slow down your heart beat, find your pace...

Whoewer you are , 

slow down

take a rest,  

just chill, for a while

low and  down  tempo,  

as you like,...so do I,

I like it sooo .... much, whoewer's   in a hurry,  

should slow down, just:..

take a rest and chill,

life isn't quest 

nor competition

soooo,  catch your breath, 

quit the speed of your 

heartbeat

life isn't quest 

nor competition

soooo,  catch your breath, 

quit the speed of your 

heartbeat.....

feel how your, body weight disappear

blod in the wessel flows...out...bring you 

calm and you fly... 

meditate

improove your senses 

with me 

now

background jazz mellow jazz chill vibes

Life isn't  race.

This album is a borderless sound system.
A global jam session where experimental jazz shakes hands with Neo-soul, hip-hop grit, and deep soul tradition. It’s textured, human, and intentionally imperfect—the kind of music that breathes between notes.
The DNA is international. South African jazz provides the swing and spirit. J Dilla’s pocket gives it weight. Q-Tip’s musical curiosity shapes the restraint. Fela Kuti’s rebellion fuels the movement. Decor Sams pulls it all into one pot and lets it simmer—no shortcuts, no microwave culture. Just a rich gumbo of rhythm, melody, and intention that stays knocking long after the last track fades.
This is music for thinkers and movers. For late-night drives, early-morning reflections, and rooms full of people nodding in unison. It doesn’t chase trends—it studies legacy, then builds forward.
And let’s be clear: Decor Sams isn’t new to this. This project stands on a deep catalog of lived work, created under multiple names—Ro Sams, Rolee Sams, and alongside the band Vyntage Sams. Different eras, same mission: sound with soul, art with backbone.
Bottom line: this album is culture work.
A sonic passport.
A reminder that the past still teaches, and the future still listens.

Happiness from with in.

Anlatamıyorum - Kifayetsiz

DIPPING YOUR TOE INTO A COOL ~~~ Pool

Movin'

lonestar

"an alien crashes to earth and i raise him as my son"
a SONG by bailey 
additional lyrics & cymbal samples by al 

this song was written two years ago in my late grandmum's house in pennsylvania and recorded very slowly since then in middletown, brooklyn, and a van driving thru cali/arizona 

thank u to ava for lending me a microkorg in spring 2016 and to friends that let us crash at their studio on orangethorpe last november

911

Kiddus