Written & Performed by Kuji Young

Produced: THANKYOUIMRAN, Kuji Young, DONTHATEMETYLER
Mixed & Mastered: Imran Hussain, Kuji Young
Executive Produced: Yan Snead, Imran Hussain

Too Much

TOO MUCH

Purify Me
Composed by Calvin Wilson & Joshua Martin
Lyrics by Joshua Martin
Executive producer Joshua Martin & Oli Shaheer
Mixing engineer: Courtland Liddell
Mastering engineer: Joshua Martin
Post-producer: Joshua Martin
Bass: Darnell Stoxsell
Guitar: (electric) Darnell Stoxsell
Saxophone: Allan Knighton
Flute: Allan Knighton
Trumpet: Lance Powlis
Photographer: Jahnetta T. Martin
Photo editor: Joshua Martin

Purify Me (Single)

Purify Me

Celebrate You 
©2022
Forever Young

Written by:
Joshua Martin
Tatiana Snead
Imran Hussain

Produced by:
Joshua Martin
Oli J Shaheer
Calvin Wilson

Celebrate You

Troubled Heart

Produced by Kuji Young
Written by Joshua Martin, Shawn Washington, Rashaad Abdulkareim, Bryce Washington

Forever Young/Mecca Made © 2022 All Rights Reserved

Troubled Heart (Single)

Single

Troubled Heart  (feat. Rich Flee & Wavier)

You Decide (Single)

You Decide

Kuji & Da'Ro remix the holiday classic "This Christmas" by Donny Hathaway.  Da'Ro flips the classic instrumental with trap drums and a silky bass line while Kuji floats his vocals over the lush production.

KUJI YOUNG x SOUTHSIDE DA'RO - THIS CHRISTMAS

Incredible Life

Baba Yasiin

Faith In You

A mashup of Kehlani's hit single"Folded" and Faith Evans' r&b classic "I Love You"

Kehlani - Folded x Faith Evans - I Love You

King Kuji mashes up his song Novella with its direct inspiration, How Does It Feel by D'Angelo.

D'Angelo - How Does It Feel x King Kuji - Novella

CHECK ENGINE

Don't Touch My Hair Remix (Prod. By Kuji)

“Let’s Go To Work” is a part of Marty’s latest EP, FIRE which is set to release in August on all major streaming platforms, CD’s and vinyl.

FIRE

Let's Go To Work

SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE

Kuji Young fka Marty - FIRE

Executive Producers: Joshua "Marty" Martin, Calvin "Chipper" Wilson & Jay NiCE

Cover Art Photographer: Brent Wiley (Ashe Visions)
Cover Art Designer: Joshua "Marty" Martin

Brought to you by The Acres of Diamonds Collective®
2017©


Follow Marty on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook: @ifoundmarty
SUBSCRIBE on YouTube: ifoundmarty

F.W.M. (SoundCloud Exclusive)

Know Your Worth (SoundCloud Exclusive)

Marty remixes Summer Walker's amazing record "Girls Need Love".

Girls Need Love (Remix)

Girls Need Love (REMIX)

"You know that were no good..."

TABOO

Written and Composed by Kuji Young, Helen Folasade Adu, & Martin Russell Ditcham

This composition embodies a portion of “The Sweetest Taboo” Written by Helen Folasade Adu, & Martin Russell Ditcham published by SONY/ATV Songs LLC (BMI)
Copyright Pending

Synth Programming by Chipper Wilson 
Session Guitar by Lamar Turner at BNDWTH Studios
Recorded by Joshua Martin at Acres of Diamonds Studios 
Mixed by Courtland Liddell
Mastered by Irv Johnson at Columbia Sounds Mastering
Label: Acres of Diamonds
Publisher: PennPoint Publishing


Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I saw you with your man
I want you even more now
I always want what I can’t have
Just a little out my grasp
Yeah

I heard you saw me with my girlfriend
You told your friends that I’m too good for her
You always end up in my lap
‘Cause you know where daddy’s at
Where ya daddy is at oh

Hook:
You give me, you’re giving me the sweetest taboo
That’s why I can’t get enough of you
The sweetest thing I ever knew
But you know that we’re no good (no good)
(2x)

Verse 2:
You stay on my mind I’m an addict
Keep pulling me back like a magnet
‘Cause it’s so many ways I can have it
And something ‘bout the chase is attractive
Girl this done went on way too long
Don’t think I can take it anymore
I’m feeling lost with no way to go
Getting so high from another low

I can’t stay here knowing that my girl is home
I can’t see her hurting no
If she leaves then my world is gone
But I can’t change with you here upon my lap again 
Caught up in your trap again
So I keep coming back again yeah

Hook:
You give me, you’re giving me the sweetest taboo
That’s why I can’t get enough of you
The sweetest thing I ever knew
But you know that we’re no good (no good)
(2x)

TABOO (Single)

TABOO

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"Tell Nobody speaks to love in the digital age.  It's a dark and sexy dive into the magic of keeping mystery alive in a budding romance."

Written and Produced by Kuji Young and Chip Wilson
Mixed and Mastered by Kuji Young at Acres of Diamonds Studio
Label: Acres of Diamonds
Publisher: Pennpoint Publishing 

Lyrics:

Intro: 
Don't tell nobody about
Don't tell nobody
Don't tell nobody about
Don't tell nobody 

Girl who are you tryna impress, impress these niggas don't give a fuck bout ya
Yeah they be acting real pressed so pressed but these people don't give a fuck bout ya

Hook:
Baby I'm ready to go
Tell nobody
Baby don't put on a show
Tell nobody 
Girl just keep it on the low
Tell nobody 
Keep it in private
Tell nobody
Baby I'm ready to go
Tell nobody 
Baby don't put on a show
Tell nobody 
Girl just keep it on the low
Tell nobody 
Keep it in private 
Tell nobody 

Verse 1:
Break out 
Girl this ain't no stunt for the media takeout
I wanna be real and pure these niggas just looking for something to say now
You wanna show me off
I wanna hold you close
You wanna open up
Baby just close the door
Making love in the shadows
Win the war and the battle
Kill the thoughts of the shallow
'Cause nothing else matters
Baby our love can be epic
Let's cherish it for a second 
Girl I just wanna protect it
Really ain't tryna regret it
Question
Who are you tryna impress, impress these niggas don't give a fuck bout ya
Yeah they be actin real pressed so pressed but these people don't give a fuck bout ya

Hook:
Baby I'm ready to go
Tell nobody
Baby don't put on a show
Tell nobody 
Girl just keep it on the low
Tell nobody 
Keep it in private
Tell nobody
Baby I'm ready to go
Tell nobody 
Baby don't put on a show
Tell nobody 
Girl just keep it on the low
Tell nobody 
Keep it in private 
Tell nobody 

Pt 2. Verse 1:
I see you closing up 
Girl c'mon you know wassup
You're the only one I want
There's nothing wrong
Promise it won't be too long
I'm tryna build something strong oh
So can we be our little secret 
Love you so good you won't believe it 
Baby Imma love yo ass to pieces

Pt. 2 Hook:
Baby I'm ready to go
That's right don't put on a show 
Baby I'm ready to go
Wherever you want
Baby I'm ready to go
Girl imma put on a show
Girl just keep it on the low
Low

Tell Nobody - Single

Tell Nobody

House Sittin'
Written and Produced by Kuji Young
Mixed and Mastered by Kuji Young
Keys: Chip Wilson
Horn Section: Lance Fury

House Sittin'

"I Can't Complain"
Written/Produced: Kuji Young & Calvin Wilson
Mix/Mastered:  Kuji Young

Lyrics:

Verse 1

I never seen a hater really make it cuz he way too busy hatin
And I don’t think ya bitter ass friend ever found herself a man (did she?)
They like fuck that nigga he ain’t shit
And fuck them niggas he came with, yeah
Damn
How did I make y’all mad?
(Run the claps)
But I’m like fuck that get cash (fuck that get cash)
Fuck that get cash (fuck that get cash)
Fuck that get cash
Ain’t worried bout the chit chat chit chat (chit chat chit chat)
Real lives we live that (Real lives we live that)
Good times we give that (Good times we give that)
Good vibes we feel that (Good vibes we feel that)
No need to be screwin yo face up
I heard a smile brings great luck
I heard a child brings great love
I learned a lot gettin blazed up
So my nigga even when the pain comes
Thunderbolts and the rain come
I always know better days gon’ come
So any time niggas say wassup

Hook 

I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain, no
I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain, no

(Nope!)







Verse 2

I never seen a hater really make it cuz he way too busy hatin
And I don’t think ya bitter ass friend ever found herself a man (did she?)
They like fuck that nigga he ain’t shit
And fuck them niggas he came with yeah
Damn why in the hell is you mad?
(Why is you mad?)
Is it cuz I got me a bag (bag)
Cuz my new shorty is bad? (bad)
Cuz I rode off in a Jag? (Jag)
Skrrt skrrt (skrrt vroom!)
I just sit back here and laugh at ya
I can’t even really be mad atcha
(Why is that?)
Cuz then I’d be just like y’all 
I wish you peace and much love
Cuz we all goin through struggles
I know the world beats you up
But you stay lookin for trouble
We all got bills to pay
Might as well kill the hate
And handle your business mayne
So you can join with me and say

Hook

I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain, no
I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain, no

Bridge

I never seen a hater really make it cuz he way too busy hatin
And I don’t think ya bitter ass friend ever found herself a man (did she?)
They like fuck that nigga he ain’t shit
And fuck them niggas he came with
Damn
How did I make y’all mad?
(Run the claps)
But I’m like fuck that get cash (fuck that get cash)
Fuck that get cash (fuck that get cash)
Fuck that get cash (fuck that get cash)
Ain’t worried bout the chit chat chit chat (chit chat chit chat)
Real lives we live that (Real lives we live that)
Good times we give that (Good times we give that)
Good vibes… Hey!


Hook

I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain, no
I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain, no
I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain, no
I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain, no

I Can't Complain

Applause ft. S.T.G.
Producer: Kuji Young & Myke Stallone
Writers: Kuji Young & S.T.G.
Mixed/Mastered: Kuji Young

Lyrics:

Intro
100 racks, aye
100 racks, 100 racks, 100 racks, aye aye
Girl you know
Aye, aye, aye

Hook

Baby take that donkey and pin me to the wall
Lookin at your body and I don’t see a flaw
I don’t wanna break your heart I just wanna break you off
I just wanna see applause baby lemme see applause 
I just wanna see applause baby lemme see applause
Lookin at your body and I don’t see a flaw
I don’t wanna break your heart I just wanna break you off
I just wanna see applause baby lemme see applause
Baby let me see it 

Verse 1

Show out
Baby do that thing that you do
You be glowin when you showin me the way that you move, yeah
Pretty baby you the only thing that I see
Anytime you run away I tell you bring it back to me
Think I’m addicted
Girl you got me feindin for you
Any time I lay my head a nigga dreaming of you
I would give up all my singles and my twenties to you
Yeah my twenties to you
Anything baby ooh

Hook

Baby take that donkey and pin me to the wall
Lookin at your body and I don’t see a flaw
I don’t wanna break your heart I just wanna break you off
I just wanna see applause baby lemme see applause 
I just wanna see applause baby lemme see applause
Lookin at your body and I don’t see a flaw
I don’t wanna break your heart I just wanna break you off
I just wanna see applause baby lemme see applause
Baby let me see it 

Verse 2 (S.T.G.)

(This shit slap nigga!)
She said boy I’m workin Friday
Girl just take it off
She said she doin laundry 
Girl just take it off
We been smokin on that ganj-a
On the beach in broad day
That pussy so bomb that I had to tell my dogs
S.T.G. I’m Stige The god
Fuck I look like, Lil Duval?
No I ain’t jokin when that thing pokin
You look just like Stacy’s mom (She’s got it goin on)
I just wanna see applause
Like you just won queen of prom
You be Yonce, I’ll be Shawn 
Soon as I ring the alarm
Then it’s on

Hook

Baby take that donkey and pin me to the wall
Lookin at your body and I don’t see a flaw
I don’t wanna break your heart I just wanna break you off
I just wanna see applause baby lemme see applause 
I just wanna see applause baby lemme see applause
Lookin at your body and I don’t see a flaw
I don’t wanna break your heart I just wanna break you off
I just wanna see applause baby lemme see applause

Applause ft. S.T.G.

"Parade" ft. Swayyvo
Producer: Kuji Young
Saxophone: Swayyvo
Mix/Master Engineer: Kuji Young
Asst. Engineer: Bryce "Wavier" Washington

Lyrics:

Intro:

And Imma throw a parade in it... 

Verse 1:

Look...
My baby ask me what I’m doin
Shit...
I’m tryna get a piece of you shawty
But you say ya people gon be home tonight tho
I promise you that, that aint finna stop me
Baby Imma go getter
I’m an unstoppable nigga
I’d do the impossible to get you
Leave it open and I’ll sneak in thru ya window
And you don’t have to wait up for no invitation
Just hit me up
I might have the crib to myself I can pick you up
Lay you on the bed then I’ll lick you up
You don’t have to wait up for no invitation
Just hit a nigga up
Baby and I promise we gon get the shit done
We gon get the shit done
Now baby please bring that here to me
Put that thing in the air for me
Told you Imma hit it til you scream make a scene 
But you told that you aint scared of me
Told me that I should beware of you
Cause you got somethin prepared for me
Well Imma need a little more clarity
Lemme know where I gotta be so I can come and see it 

Hook:

Ooh baby come catch this fade
Girl I’m finna detonate it 
Baby we be fuckin up the bed just made it
And we keep on goin till the bed just breaks
Ooh baby come catch this fade 
And Imma throw a parade in it
Girl its gon be so amazing fuck what they sayin
Niggas play it safe but I’m in that thing like
Ahh ahh
Baby Imma give you that fye fye
Baby Imma hit it from the side side
Really finna let you know its mine mine
Baby come catch this fade
And Imma throw a parade in it 
Girl its gon be so amazing
Issa parade 
Girl issa, issa, issa, issa

Verse 2:
Look...
Hope you packed ya overnight
Cuz you aint finna make it home tonight
And Imma do that thing that I know you like
You a queen but I’m finna treat you like my lil hoe tonight
I’m gon hold you tight
Imma stroke you right
This a main event
Not no open mic
Baby Imma live up to my expectations
And they high as fuck
Baby Imma hit it and I’ll lick it til ya body numb
You aint finna tell me that you not in love
Baby Imma live up to your expectations 
Just hit a nigga up
Baby and I promise we gon get the shit done
We gon get the shit done

Hook: 

Ooh baby come catch this fade
Girl I’m finna detonate it 
Baby we be fuckin up the bed just made it
And we keep on goin till the bed just breaks
Ooh baby come catch this fade 
And Imma throw a parade in it
Girl its gon be so amazing fuck what they sayin
Niggas play it safe but I’m in that thing like
Ahh ahh
Baby Imma give you that fye fye
Baby Imma hit it from the side side
Really finna let you know its mine mine
Baby come catch this fade
And Imma throw a parade in it 
Girl its gon be so amazing
Issa parade 
Girl issa, issa, issa, issa

Bridge/Hook:

(Saxophone solo)
Ooh baby come catch this fade
Girl I’m finna detonate it 
Baby we be fuckin up the bed just made it
And we keep on goin till the bed just breaks
Ooh baby come catch this fade 
And Imma throw a parade in it
Girl its gon be so amazing fuck what they sayin
Niggas play it safe but I’m in that thing like
Ahh ahh

Hook:

Ahh ahh
Baby Imma give you that fye fye
Baby Imma hit it from the side side
Really finna let you know its mine mine
Baby come catch this fade
And Imma throw a parade in it 
Girl its gon be so amazing
Issa parade 
Girl issa, issa, issa, issa
Ahh ahh
Baby Imma give you that fye fye
Baby Imma hit it from the side side
Really finna let you know its mine mine
Baby come catch this fade
And Imma throw a parade in it 
Girl its gon be so amazing
Issa parade 
Girl issa, issa, issa, issa

Parade ft. Swayyvo

"Shoot!"
Writer/Producer: Kuji Young
Mix/Master: Kuji Young
Asst. Engineer: Bryce "Wavier" Washington

Lyrics:

Look
Yeah 
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Check, look

Baby Imma take my shot yeah Imma 
Shoot!
Baby Imma let it fly, 
Pump faking ain’t my style girl Imma 
Shoot!
Baby Imma let it fly, 
Pump faking ain’t my style girl Imma 
Shoot!
Anything I put my mind to Imma do!
Had to do it only right because I’m into you
Hands up for the finest woman in the room
Baby now I’m finna take my shot yeah Imma 
Shoot!
Baby Imma let it fly, 
Pump faking ain’t my style girl Imma 
Shoot!
Baby Imma let it fly, 
Pump faking ain’t my style girl Imma 
Shoot!
Anything I put my mind to Imma do!
Had to do it only right because I’m into you
Hands up for the finest woman in the room
Baby now I’m finna take my shot yeah Imma 


Feeling your style and I’m lovin your vibe (Swish, hey!)
Like can I go take you to dinner tonight, oh
I was like her over there, she gon be mine
Are you free tonight
Let’s grab a bite 
And if you like have a drink wit a nigga
Imma pick you up
Say bout...
‘levem clock
I don’t know if that’s too late or not
But a nigga got a job gotta get it done
I don’t really even say a lot
But baby when you caught my eye I had to switch it up
All I’m really tryna say is girl you lit as fuck
Girl you lit as fuck

Baby Imma take my shot yeah Imma 
Shoot!
Baby Imma let it fly, 
Pump faking ain’t my style girl Imma 
Shoot!
Baby Imma let it fly, 
Pump faking ain’t my style girl Imma 
Shoot!
Anything I put my mind to Imma do!
Had to do it only right because I’m into you
Hands up for the finest woman in the room
Baby now I’m finna take my shot yeah Imma 
Shoot!
Baby Imma let it fly, 
Pump faking ain’t my style girl Imma shoot!
Baby Imma let it fly, 
Pump faking ain’t my style girl Imma 
Shoot!
Anything I put my mind to Imma do!
Had to do it Only right because I’m into you
Hands up for the finest woman in the room
Baby now I’m finna take my shot yeah Imma

Shoot!

I got a habit of holding on to my heart...

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Written/Produced: Kuji Young
Acres of Diamonds
2020

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