Verse 1
A handful of dirt fallin’ like sand in an hourglass,
Half stuck on my hands, time don’t move, it just pass,
Ink still wet, before it dries on the page,
My grind’s real raw, pen’s a beast out the cage.

Teeth clenched tight, crumpled paper unfold,
Black pen drip thoughts, story gotta be told,
Smoke rise from my dome, head’s on fire, no lie,
Still burnin’ hot, grindin’ twice, no deny.

Data fights in my brain, cook it slow, then flame,
Heart’s lit up, switch on, swag’s the game,
Sweet rap wrapped tight, swingin’ words, attack,
Pen still hittin’ paper, ain’t no slack.

Mood’s soso but my thoughts stay pure,
No tricks in my hands, moves stay sure,
Lead the way, no foolin’ around,
Sick on the table but I run this town.

Condition? Meh, still flowin’, I ride,
My flow’s heated up, fire inside.

Hook
My flow’s heated up with fire,
Let’s turn up the heat in our hearts,
My flow’s heated up with fire,
Let’s turn up the heat in our hearts.

Verse 2
Head high, no shame, even when bare,
Clean vibe, fresh like sprouts in the air,
Standin’ tall like a pole, I don’t fall,
Night’s busy, bugs partyin’, hear the call.

Crouch low, shut up, raise that shutter,
Eyes blink fast, speed moves like no other,
Trapped on all sides, but my pace is insane,
Inside and out connected, playin’ the game.

City folk soft in front of me, real thick,
Spicy flavor’s messy but I dip in that kick,
Damn, runny nose all day, but I don’t quit,
Made this track quick, no empty space, just lit.

My space, my pace, face fresh, ace on the grind,
No matter where I work, always one of a kind,
I wanna give my best, my essence, my soul,
Who listens to my rap? Still I fold and roll.

Paper cranes foldin’, memories in the home,
Since school days ringin’, flyin’ alone,
Sunset, midnight, moonlight’s my guide,
Rain fallin’ steady on fields wide.

Sun shines all day, stars talk at night,
Dark nights thick like clay, holdin’ tight,
People sleep sound, goodnight to the sky,
Tonight, moonlight shadows carve my jawline.

Deep in thought, deep in thought,

Outro
Pen thrown to the night sky,
Banned from the world, silent rhymes fly,
Stars watchin’ while I reverse the scene,

Throw my light on streets lost in gray,
Burnin’ dreams that won’t fade away,
No one knows the fire inside,
I’ll rise again, won’t be denied.

My flow’s heated up with fire,
Let’s turn up the heat in our hearts,
My flow’s heated up with fire,
Let’s turn up the heat in our hearts.

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For What It's Worth

Stupid Simple

The end of an era. 
With his final album, FOREVER AND ALWAYS, Jay Toronto brings you a Neo-Soul/R&B mixture of emotions. As he revisits some of his old work and lost love one more time.

"Thank you for all the support over the past 8 years, I love all the friends and fans I made along the way, you've been nothing but amazing, I hope you love this as much as I loved making it."

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S E P H A L A P H A L A

Your hands skim low, and the room tilts warm,
Heat rising soft in the shape of your form.
You breathe my name like you’re tasting the sound,
Every little tremor pulling me down.
Your thumb on my hip makes the world stand still,
Juice of the moment spilling with thrill.
My pulse jumps quick at the slightest touch—
You move so slow,
and it’s almost too much.

Your lips glide close, I can’t stay steady,
Every breath you take makes my body ready.
Heat pools deep where your fingers roam—
Juicy tremors
pulling me home.

Tremors… tremors…
shaking through me when you press that way.
Tremors… tremors…
every touch makes my body sway.
Juicy tremors…
rolling deeper every time you sip.
Tremors… tremors…
I taste the quake on your lips.

Your touch moves deeper, slow like wine,
Warmth dripping thick in every line.
You guide me back with a firm, sweet pull,
Tremors rolling in waves, heavy and full.
I melt into you with a breath undone,
Heat blooming slow where the shadows run.
Every sigh breaks open like fruit,
Soft and ripe
for you to shoot.

Your voice brushes low on the shell of my ear,
Sending little tremors every time you’re near.
You know the spots where my breath gives way—
Juicy rhythms
making me sway.

Tremors… tremors…
shaking through me when you press that way.
Tremors… tremors…
every touch makes my body sway.
Juicy tremors…
rolling deeper every time you sip.
Tremors… tremors…
I taste the quake on your lips.

Let the tremors climb, let the night unfold,
Juice on my tongue, your heat taking hold.
Press your palm down, make my breathing trip,
Pull me deeper
with your grip.
I feel the rush — sweet, unsteady,
Every tremor saying
I’m ripe and ready.

Tremors… tremors…
quivering deeper when you take your time.
Tremors… tremors…
every pulse falling into your line.
Juicy tremors…
shivering sweet where your fingers slip.
Tremors… tremors…
come taste the quake on my lips.

Juicy Tremors

Sweet symmetry

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