[Verse 1]
Rain touched the fence till the fence gave way
Streetlight flickered, then it changed my name
Wrong turn, missed train, half-latched door
Luck kicked wide what fear locked before
A voice in the crowd lit up the dark
One stray sentence threw a living spark
Old map folded in a trembling hand
Feet found fire where the white lines ran

[Pre-Chorus]
Step over old fear
Step over the script
Step out of the line
Let the whole thing shift

[Chorus]
Threshold, threshold
Holy trespass, open air
Pockets full of weather
Hands full of dare
Threshold, threshold
Beautiful disobedience
Cross into the living
Let the road answer
(Threshold)
(Open air)

[Verse 2]
Beauty sang soft, still it wanted more
Voltage came alive on the crossing floor
Napkin manners waited by the curb
Soul hit traffic with a sharper word
Chance took up scholarship that night
Desire raised a lantern high
Romance dropped its glitter, came in gold
Heart walked out with something old

[Pre-Chorus]
Step over old fear
Step over the script
Step out of the line
Let the whole thing shift

[Chorus]
Threshold, threshold
Holy trespass, open air
Pockets full of weather
Hands full of dare
Threshold, threshold
Beautiful disobedience
Cross into the living
Let the road answer
(Threshold)
(Open air)

[Bridge]
No stain on the hands
No shadow to hide
A life broke the sentence
And stepped outside
Maps lost their little tyrannies
The gate swung back, the sky ran wide
The inner life quit asking then
And walked straight out alive

[Final Chorus]
Threshold, threshold
Holy trespass, open air
Pockets full of weather
Hands full of dare
Threshold, threshold
Beautiful disobedience
Cross into the living
Let the road answer
Threshold, threshold
Holy trespass, open air
Pockets full of weather
Hands full of dare
Threshold, threshold
Beautiful disobedience
Cross into the living
Let the road answer
(Threshold)
(Open air)
(Older gold)
(Road answer)

[Outro]
Threshold
Open air
Older gold
Road answer

Serendipity


God made me funky.
God made me flame.
I walk in color.
I bless my name.

[Verse 1]
God made me funky, full of spice,
kind gratitude in my eyes.
Soul full, mind clear,
sharp, steady, nothing to fear.
Gold in my stride, light in my grin,
storm on the edge, deep calm within.
I move with mercy, talk with aim,
leave old weight, keep my flame.

[Pre]
I drop borrowed lies.
I keep what stays true.
I open wide.
I come through new.

[Hook]
God made me funky, rich with glow,
sweet with heat from head to soul.
Kind gratitude in my eyes,
clear blue day where shadow dies.
Soul full, mind clear,
sharp, steady, nothing to fear.
I thank, I rise, I move, I shine,
what God wrote in me, no hand rewrites.

[Verse 2]
I choose the road with living grace,
joy throws sunlight on my face.
I hold my center, loose and strong,
cut through noise, keep moving on.
My heart stays warm, my sight stays clean,
I plant good truth in everything.
No small script can shrink my size,
I step out fresh, I claim my skies.

[Pre]
I drop old static.
I keep my gold.
I walk in wonder.
I move with soul.

[Hook]
God made me funky, rich with glow,
sweet with heat from head to soul.
Kind gratitude in my eyes,
clear blue day where shadow dies.
Soul full, mind clear,
sharp, steady, nothing to fear.
I thank, I rise, I move, I shine,
what God wrote in me, no hand rewrites.

[Bridge]
I came with fire.
I came with grace.
I came with laughter on my face.
I came with peace that still cuts through.
I came alive. I came in truth.

[Final Hook]
God made me funky, full of spice,
kind gratitude in my eyes.
Soul full, mind clear,
sharp, steady, nothing to fear.
God made me funky, bold and bright,
built for joy, built for light.
I thank, I rise, I move, I shine,
this good wild life, all mine.

[Outro]
God made me funky.
God made me whole.
Light in my step.
Fire in my soul.


Funky God

Starhouse Weather


[Verse 1]
If heaven made me honey, the devil taught me to be sweet.
I learned soft power in back rooms, dark dust beneath the heat.
Got my glow from high above but wear sin on my feet.
.
I move through forgiveness, slick, bad, full of heart.
I leave one room in ashes and call that leaving art.
Vice left a trace like perfume on me.
I let it stay and wore it clean.
Kind gratitude still lit my face.
Sharp desire moved underneath.

[Lift]
Come near the shine.
Come test the dark.
I keep both fluent in one spark.
I make the whole room lean.

[Mantra]
If heaven made me honey, the devil taught me to be sweet.
I got my glow from high above but wear sin on my feet.
I move through forgiveness, slick, bad, full of heart.
I turn old damage into style and call that turning art.
Kind gratitude still glows behind my eyes.
Sharp and steady, I move through every door.
I feed old hurt to joy and watch it turn to gold.
I come back brighter than before.

[Verse 2]
I keep my sorrow dressed so well it almost learns to sing.
I keep my midnight close enough to polish every sting.
Temptation sits beside me quiet, crossed legs, perfect chin.
I hear the lesson in its silence and let the lesson in.
No borrowed script can make me smaller.
No old ache gets the final word.
I roll my soul through warm permission.
I let the hidden self get heard.
Mercy never asked me smaller.
Desire never asked me cold.
I held them both until they gave me
a cleaner nerve, a sharper gold.

[Lift 2]
I rise in gloss.
I rise in grain.
I make the old wound speak its name.
I turn the dark to glow.

[Mantra]
If heaven made me honey, the devil taught me to be sweet.
I got my glow from high above but wear sin on my feet.
I move through forgiveness, slick, bad, full of heart.
I turn old damage into style and call that turning art.
Kind gratitude still glows behind my eyes.
Sharp and steady, I move through every door.
I feed old hurt to joy and watch it turn to gold.
I come back brighter than before.

[Bridge]
One hand held mercy.
One hand held appetite.
Both learned my body
under the same light.
I faced what could teach me.
I kept what could rise.
I walked through the fire
with my own eyes.
No saint pose.
No ruined girl.
Just heat made lucid
in a broken world.

[Final Mantra]
If heaven made me honey, the devil taught me to be sweet.
I got my glow from high above but wear sin on my feet.
I move through forgiveness, slick, bad, full of heart.
I turn old damage into style and call that turning art.
Kind gratitude still glows behind my eyes.
Sharp and steady, I move through every door.
I feed old hurt to joy and watch it turn to gold.
I come back brighter than before.
If heaven made me honey, the devil taught me to be sweet.
I got my glow from high above but wear sin on my feet.

[Outro]
Night kept the lesson.
Joy kept me bright.
Gold stayed on my mouth.
Heat stayed in my stride.



Vicehalo


[Intro]
[Instrumental only]

[Verse 1]
I step through the gate, let the long week peel,
street dust slides off, my stride turns real.
I walk in grinning, hall full of spark,
old joy jumps up and redraws the dark.
Front-stoop talk in the back-room glide,
river-town heat in the midnight ride.
Every bold foot left a living sign,
all that motion runs through mine.

[Pre-Chorus]
I set that load by the stairway rail,
drop old ache and let fresh joy sail.
I shed my fear, I speak my truth,
I bring my whole self all the way through.

[Hook]
I come alive in the palace of funk,
I leave my worries, unpack my junk.
I move my trunk till the whole room jumps,
I cut loose clean when the floor thumps up.
I throw my hands high, keep my heart up front,
I let that laugh run hot and blunt.
I leave that ache where the old week sunk,
I walk in free through the palace of funk.

[Verse 2]
I catch porch light when the block says come,
row-house windows wake one by one.
Hand-stamped nights and a rooftop sway,
kitchen-table plans grew legs by day.
Train-line laughter with a warehouse grin,
past steps out and the now steps in.
Old-school dust meets a future strut,
I turn one look and the whole room cuts.

[Pre-Chorus]
I shake that weight from my shoulder blades,
let that grin run wild through the place.
I shed my fear, I speak my truth,
I bring my whole self all the way through.

[Hook]
I come alive in the palace of funk,
I leave my worries, unpack my junk.
I move my trunk till the whole room jumps,
I cut loose clean when the floor thumps up.
I throw my hands high, keep my heart up front,
I let that laugh run hot and blunt.
I leave that ache where the old week sunk,
I walk in free through the palace of funk.

[Bridge]
I walk porch to parquet, block to sky,
carry that style still living nearby.
I laugh that laugh till the ceiling swings,
show the night what my backbone brings.
I let each scar learn fresh new grace,
I let each hard day lose its place.
I turn that room with a one-step swing,
I give my name to the joy I bring.

[Final Hook]
I come alive in the palace of funk,
I leave my worries, unpack my junk.
I move my trunk till the whole room jumps,
I cut loose clean when the floor thumps up.
I throw my hands high, keep my heart up front,
I let that laugh run hot and blunt.
I leave that ache where the old week sunk,
I walk in free through the palace of funk.

[Outro]
Whole room lit.
Whole floor warm.
Whole self here.
New day born.

Come Alive

[Intro]
[Instrumental only]

[Verse 1]
Step through the gate, let the week fall free,
street dust slips from your history.
House full of grin, hall full of spark,
old joy wakes and rewires the dark.
Front-stoop talk to the back-room slide,
river-town heat to the midnight ride.
Every bold foot left a living sign,
all that motion runs through mine.

[Pre-Chorus]
Set that load by the stairway post,
whole room ready to love you most.
Shed your fear, speak your truth,
bring that body all the way through.

[Chorus]
Welcome to the palace of funk,
forget your worries, unpack your junk.
Move your trunk till the whole room jumps,
shed your fear, speak your truth, cut loose.
Welcome to the palace of funk,
hands up high and your heart up front.
Leave that ache where the old week sunk,
come on in to the palace of funk.

[Verse 2]
Porch lights blink and the block says come,
whole row wakes with a marching hum.
Hand-stamped nights and a rooftop sway,
kitchen-table plans grew legs by day.
Train-line laughter and a warehouse grin,
past walked out and the now walked in.
Old-school dust met a future strut,
whole room turned with a clean loose cut.

[Pre-Chorus]
Shake that weight from your shoulder blades,
let that laugh run hot through the place.
Shed your fear, speak your truth,
bring that body all the way through.

[Chorus]
Welcome to the palace of funk,
forget your worries, unpack your junk.
Move your trunk till the whole room jumps,
shed your fear, speak your truth, cut loose.
Welcome to the palace of funk,
hands up high and your heart up front.
Leave that ache where the old week sunk,
come on in to the palace of funk.

[Bridge]
Porch to parquet, block to sky,
all that soul still walking by.
Door to door and side to side,
all that style still here alive.
Laugh that laugh till the ceiling swings,
show the night what your backbone brings.
Every scar can learn new grace,
every hard day can lose its place.

[Final Chorus]
Welcome to the palace of funk,
forget your worries, unpack your junk.
Move your trunk till the whole room jumps,
shed your fear, speak your truth, cut loose.
Welcome to the palace of funk,
hands up high and your heart up front.
Leave that ache where the old week sunk,
come on in to the palace of funk.

[Outro]
Whole room lit.
Whole floor warm.
Whole self here.
New day born.

JoyfunkPalace

House, Breakbeat, Acid Run, Energetic, Male Vocal, Club Banger

Raw Floor

A genre-melding journey: it opens with warping bass and tight global percussion, funk drums, Afro-Peruvian claps, and wah-infused acid lines. Swirling layered synths and Ethio-jazz sax weave melodic hooks around lush, soulful male-female harmonies. Dynamic BPM shifts drive each section. A percussive trip-soul breakdown glows with swirling electronics and psychedelic effects, leading into a kinetic, explosive outro bathed in future space reggae and jazz textures.

Open Air


Verse 1
Morning pressed its thumbprint on the glass
Hallway dust turned slow in the slant
Last night clung warm to the back of my neck
But the room had grown past its frame
I wore my name like a fresh-wired coat
Loose threads quit begging for a hand
Streetcar sparks stitched nerve through the windows
Day stood up and widened the land
Pre-Chorus
New heat in the shoulder
New luck in the stride
Old static shattered
I walked outside
Chorus
After the gate
After the lock gave over
After the hush broke under my feet
I came back louder
I came back closer
I came back carrying my own heat
After the gate
After the lane swung open
After the doubt lost hold of my skin
I found my motion
I found my weather
I let the whole wide city in
Verse 2
Bus stop saints with paper cups
Sidewalk prophets in workday blue
Wind cut loose through the scaffold ribs
And every block threw out a clue
Chance showed up in a wrinkled shirt
Desire laughed with its sleeves rolled high
Noon ran hard through a field of glass
And the heart quit waiting to be tried
Pre-Chorus 2
Clean break from the borrowed script
Full step into the larger frame
Old echoes thinned behind my back
The hour leaned in and said my name
Bridge
No hand pulled rank
No chain held fast
A life tore free
From its careful mask
Now every mile bites bright and strange
Now every hour runs lean and live
Now every old excuse falls quiet
When the blood remembers how to give
Final Chorus
After the gate
After the lock gave over
After the hush broke under my feet
I came back louder
I came back closer
I came back carrying my own heat
After the gate
After the lane swung open
After the doubt lost hold of my skin
I found my motion
I found my weather
I let the whole wide city in
Tag
After the gate
Own heat
My motion
City 


Motion City

Kicking off with polyrhythmic percussion and a funky warbly bassline, the DJ drops in at 112 BPM with syncopated trip-hop drums, glitch-hop textures, and Afrobeat layers. Turntable scratches cut in, slicing up the groove as the tempo escalates: 112, 128, 133, 145, 160 BPM—each stage swapping agile funk bass, disco rhythms, and wah-driven ’70s guitars. Floating pads expand overhead, building toward a surreal synth crescendo as BPM hits 136, then winds back to 128. Persistent percussive interplay 

Electric Joyfunk

[Verse 1]
(Female Lead)
Gray weather leaning on my stride,
I carry calm on the inside.
Soft gold truth at the edge of my say,
I guide my heart back into the day.
I feel the swing, I feel the sway,
I trace its arc and choose my way.
Warm pulse rising through my heels,
I stand in rhythm, even-keeled.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Both)
We see the pattern on the wall,
We name it clear and let it fall.
Hands on the wheel, eyes on the line,
Center held and feeling fine.

[Chorus]
(Both)
Even-keeled, steady through the climb,
We ride the wave and keep our light in time.
Hands up high, hearts open wide,
We meet this hour with strength and pride.
Even-keeled, grounded in our name,
We turn the swing into a song, the surge into an aim.

[Verse 2]
(Male Lead)
Fast thoughts spark and circle round,
I set my feet on solid ground.
Plans stack tall in a shining frame,
I pace my step and stake my claim.
(Female Ad-libs)
Hold the line, choose the pace.

(Male Lead)
Slow turns smooth when I decide,
I shift my weight and let it glide.
Call my people, speak it plain,
Clear one step, then one again.
High and low share one field,
I steer the motion, even-keeled.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Both)
We watch each feeling pass on through,
We realign with what is true.
Trust the ground beneath our feet,
Give the body steady peace.

[Chorus]
(Both)
Even-keeled, steady through the climb,
We ride the wave and keep our light in time.
Hands up high, hearts open wide,
We meet this hour with strength and pride.
Even-keeled, grounded in our name,
We turn the swing into a song, the surge into an aim.

[Bridge]
(Female Spoken)
I welcome the rise. I welcome the fall.

(Male Spoken)
I hold the rail. I stand tall.

(Both Sung)
Full grace in the shake,
Full grace in the turn,
We gather the lesson,
We live what we learn.
Close to the truth,
Clear in the field,
Side by side,
Even-keeled.

[Final Chorus]
(Both with Gang Vocals)
Even-keeled, steady through the climb,
We ride the wave and keep our light in time.
Hands up high, hearts open wide,
We meet this hour with strength and pride.
Even-keeled, watch us hold the line,
We take the day the way it comes and make the motion shine.
Even-keeled, say it loud and clear,
Balanced in the moment, fully here.

[Outro]
(Female)
Hands up.

(Male)
Hold fast.

(Both)
Even-keeled.

Even-Keeled

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