Lyrics written by me, vocals and instrumental is AI produced

Don't Question It

Phone A Friend

“The Good Things Take Time” – Anhya Mc

In a world that rushes everything, Anhya Mc offers a gentle reminder: what’s truly good takes time. It grows in stillness, blooms in honesty, and shines without needing to shout.

The Good Things Take Time is more than an album — it's a mood, a mindset, a soulful journey into love, peace, and the beauty of slow.

Blending chill R&B, soft soul, mellow jazz, and smooth grooves, this album is a sonic hug. Each song is a moment to breathe, to sway, to reconnect with what truly matters — joy, connection, and real love.

With her warm, poetic voice and bohemian essence, Anhya Mc creates a musical space for healing and light — for those who still believe in growing slow, loving deeply, and living intentionally.

“This album is a whisper of hope for every soul who knows that what’s real never needs to be rushed.”

4. Slow Sundays

Open Wound V2

Reservations

Cuando siento que se van mis amigos,
empieza el día, todo confuso,
pierdo siempre el último tren —
así no debería ser mi papel.

Me siento raro, me siento mal,
sin rumbo voy por esta ciudad,
calles vacías, sin final…
y yo fingiendo estar… estar “bien”.

Suena el móvil en el piso vacío,
nadie viene,
nadie ha vivido.
La tele proyecta sombras sin voz —
apuesto a que sabes lo que digo.

Me siento raro, me siento mal,
sin rumbo voy por esta ciudad,
calles vacías, sin final…
y yo fingiendo estar… estar “bien”.

¿Es esta la vida por la que morirías?
¿Dejar tu pasado entre nieblas frías?
Olvidar ideas que nunca supiste,
nunca sabrás
a dónde fluye lo que fuiste.

Y ahora…
solo deja tus cosas, y vete.

[Puente]
Me siento raro, me siento mal,
sin rumbo voy por esta ciudad,
calles vacías, sin final…
y yo fingiendo estar… estar “bien”.

Solo Bien

Everytime I Go

Second Skin

Written, Recorded & Produced by TJ Real ✪
Copyright ©️ TJ Real ✪ All Rights Reserved.

I am an unsigned independent artist in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.
All my music has been self recorded and produced in my home studio.

I have been writing since a young teen, with over 500 songs written.
The music I write and record comes from a very deep place within me.
It is based off my own experiences in this crazy and beautiful world.
When I am composing I push to create an emotional feel and connection. 

I really hope you can connect and feel my music just as much as I do.
Thank you for taking the time to listen, even if you don't like it.

Peace, Love and Happiness to all of you.
-TJ Real ✪

The Fall

"Flirtin’ with a Funeral"


[Verse 1]
You call it closure, I call it a joke
Rang me up just to twist the smoke
Said you’re sorry, said you grew—
But baby, dead things don’t say "I do"

Your perfume’s still in my ashtray
But I light it up anyway
Lipstick grin, I’m dressed in black—
Guess I like my trouble comin’ back

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I know your kind of love’s a crime
But I keep fallin’ for the line
So pour a drink and cue the shame
We both know I’ll play your game

[Chorus]
I’m flirtin’ with a funeral,
Every time you walk back in
Wearing guilt like cologne,
Smellin’ sweet like sin
We bury it, baby, but I bring a shovel
Laughin' through tears—yeah, I make it double
Mmm, I can’t help what I adore:
Bad love with an encore

[Verse 2]
You said I was your favourite sin
Now you’re preachin’ like you’re clean within
But my bedsheets ain’t confessional
And your mouth ain’t professional

Your ghost knows just where I sleep
Tiptoes in, then dives in deep
I should lock the door, draw the line—
But your kiss still tastes like wine

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, heartbreak suits you far too well
You wear regret like Chanel
So pull me close, then push away
Same damn script, just a matinee

[Chorus]
I’m flirtin’ with a funeral,
Every time you touch my skin
You preach redemption,
But you love the sin
We toast to love, then shoot the bottle
Cryin’ in silk, dancin’ full-throttle
Mmm, I should know better for sure—
But I still crave your detour

[Bridge – Spoken + sung, half-laughing, half aching]
Tell the choir they can rest—
Ain’t no savin’ this hot mess
I wear heartbreak like a crown,
And babe, I don’t lay it down

[Final Chorus]
I’m flirtin’ with a funeral,
And you’re the body I still bless
Writin’ eulogies in eyeliner,
Wearin’ your old regrets
They say some flames don’t ever die—
Well, light me up, babe, one more try
Mmm, we were doomed from the first score—
But I still want your encore

[Outro]
So if love's a grave, then dig it deep
I’ll bring the wine, you bring the sleep
Just don’t come knockin’ when I’m free—
Unless you’re here to bury me

Everytime I Go

Matthew David