KJ - Peace with myself

The One and only BOOTYMAN

Take me back to the garden where you roamed among men
take me back to the garden, where you were my best friend 
take me back to the garden before the wicked fall
Take me back to the garden where shame never called 

Intimacy was a way of life 
where clothes had no need and evil had no rights 
Where fullness was known, and your love was pure
Where Your approval wasnt something we longed for

Take me back to the garden where you roamed among men
take me back to the garden, where you were my best friend 
take me back to the garden before the wicked fall
Take me back to the garden where shame never called 

Freedom existed all around 
Where fear of man couldn’t be found 
Where joy never ceased, and health prevailed 
Where love was truly an old as time tale 

Take me back to the garden where you roamed among men
take me back to the garden, where you were my best friend 
take me back to the garden before the wicked fall
Take me back to the garden where shame never called 

If you can’t take me back to the garden 
Then God
Bring the garden to me
Fill me up, fill my cup
With the presence of thee 
Cuz If you can’t take me Back to the garden 
Then God
Bring the garden to me
Fill me up, fill my cup
With the presence of thee
Yes fill me up, fill my cup
With the presence of thee 
Oh bring the garden to me

The Garden

I don’t wanna step in that place
If it’s not of you
I don’t wanna look down that way
If it makes me untrue 
I don’t wanna live out this life
If I’m dying inside 
I don’t wanna give up that fight 
If you’re not aligned  

Oh God, you’re the great physician 
No bandaid over our sin
Correction is good medicine
So God write our prescription
Our prescription 

I don’t wanna live in regret
For what you’re calling me to do 
I don’t wanna miss what you said
Or the times you came through
I don’t wanna have an empty faith
That doesn’t Bear good fruit 
I don’t wanna waste one day
Where I’m not livin for you 

Oh God, you’re the great physician 
No bandaid over our sin
Correction is good medicine
So God write our prescription!
Our prescription 

I’m desperate for your care 
Desperate for your healing
I’m desperate for your love
Desperate for revealing 
I’m desperate for your care 
Desperate for your healing
I’m desperate for your love
Desperate for revealing 

God write our prescription 
For what you will 
I’ll take it daily
Get my refill
They say an apple a day
Keeps the doctor away
But god I’m checking with you first
Before I welcome a curse 
I never want you to leave 
I won’t be like Eve 
Ill get my daily visits
With the God who is livin 
I’ll make it my mission 
To seek sound decisions 
Cuz you’re the great physician 
So I’m giving you permission
To let it be written 
And fill out my prescription! 

God, you’re the great physician 
No bandaid over our sin
Correction is good medicine
So God write our prescription 

Oh God write our prescription

The Great Physician (Chill Pop)

Enti W Hawa Amman - DanDara

Written By : Ehab Ghaith
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انتي وهوا عمان - دندرة

“Static Conversations” is a lo-fi instrumental that captures the feeling of unfinished thoughts and words left unsaid. With dusty textures, detuned melodies, and a steady, understated beat, it drifts like late-night radio between channels — familiar, distant, and beautifully broken. It’s a soundtrack for overthinking, remembering, and listening to the noise between the lines.

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Static Conversations

He filled the form in blue and neat,
Declared his love in twelve-point sheet.
Box 5: “Are feelings genuine?”
He answered, “Once. In 2010.”
A passport photo, slightly sad,
Was glued on backwards by his dad.
They asked for proof he’d kissed before —
He sent a screenshot. Nothing more.

A smirkless clerk with trembling jaw
Said: “Section 9? Emotional flaw.”
He sighed, rewrote his dating past —
But autocorrect turned “lust” to “last.”
“Return with joy,” the note had read —
He brought a dog meme in its stead.

Application for Love 
Filed with care and mild caffeine.
Declared I once had butterflies —
They’re gone now. Ate them with some fries.
Application for Love (Form B-13),
I clicked ‘submit’ — it stayed unseen.
They said I failed the hugging test —
My arms were tense. I did my best. 🎵

They asked for tears in ink or pen,
He mailed a note: “I cried back then.”
They sent it back with sticky note:
“Tears must be recent, fresh, and float.”
His neighbor said: “Just fake some joy.”
So he applied with a dancing toy.
The rubber stamp said: “Seems unstable.”
They filed his heart beneath the table.

A pigeon came with Form C-3:
“Do you deserve affinity?”
He checked “Unsure,” then changed his mind —
Then spilled his tea on “Love Declined.”

Application for Love 
They asked for dreams, I sent a meme.
I brought my hope in bubble wrap —
They burst it. Said: “Too much gap.”
Application for Love (Form B-13),
It jammed the state machine.
Now all my mail is marked “Too late” —
They’ve outsourced love to Section 8. 🎵

Final line reads:
“Love is postponed.
Your file is safe.
In storage.
Zone: Unknown.”

Application for Love (Deep House Version)

LIFESHIRT

I don’t know how to start this off
the love I got, it was never soft 
toxic situations, high ass expectations 
always had assumptions 
and I’m so faded I can’t function 
here we go again 
here we fucking go again

I got 400 racks in my hand
trying to understand 
stuck in my old town 
on my own now 
with the Crown out 
and it’s so loud 
when I hear you in my head 
and I know now 
everything that you said 
it makes sense now 
can’t take it back once your gone 
there’s no going back when your gone

and I know it ain’t been the same 
I’m the only one to blame for the shit that I put you through everyday 
and I ain’t tryna play games 
I ain’t tryna save face 
I’m trying to save us if there’s even a way 
don’t expect you to understand 
this wasn’t in my plans 
we fight every night with a bottle in my hand 
and I can hardly stand the way you look at me 
you make it hard to breath and I hardly get sleep 
here we go now, my insecurities they are so loud 
you don’t want to be with me cuz I’m down 
and I’m sipping on a glass full of crown  
yeah pour it up, pour it up 

I got 400 racks in my hand
trying to understand 
stuck in my old town 
on my own now 
with the Crown out 
and it’s so loud 
when I hear you in my head 
and I know now 
everything that you said 
it makes sense now 
can’t take it back once your gone 
there’s no going back when your gone

Can’t Take It Back

Echoes in the Sand

[Verse 1]
I packed my life in a single case,
Left behind my old street, my favorite place
The photos, the laughter, the late-night calls,
Now echoes down unfamiliar halls.

Your hand in mine was all I knew,
A compass rose that pulled me through.
But now you’re gone from nine to five,
And I’m here learning how to survive.

[Pre-Chorus]
I scroll through time zones on my phone,
Everyone’s awake while I’m alone.
The kettle hums, the silence stays,
The days drift by in foreign haze.

[Chorus]
You’re all I have in this quiet town,
No roots below, no ties around.
But I left it all for your sweet face,
For this love, for this sacred place.
And I’m torn between the world I knew,
And the one I’m building here with you.
Do I run, or do I grow?
Do I stay, or let it go?

[Verse 2]
I smile at strangers who don’t smile back,
The small talk fades, the colours crack.
A jobless day, a muted sky,
I talk to ghosts, but they don’t reply.

You come home shining like the sun,
And suddenly I’m not the lonely one.
Your laugh is my evening prayer,
But the nights still whisper I don’t belong here.

[Pre-Chorus]
The street names twist upon my tongue,
My stories die before they’ve begun.
But you see me like nobody can,
And I hold that like a wedding band.

[Chorus]
You’re all I have in this quiet town,
No roots below, no ties around.
But I left it all for your sweet face,
For this love, for this sacred place.
And I’m torn between the world I knew,
And the one I’m building here with you.
Do I run, or do I grow?
Do I stay, or let it go?

[Bridge]
I miss the way the seasons changed,
The way my mother said my name.
But love like this don’t come for free,
It asks for all—every piece of me.

[Chorus – final]
You’re all I have, and maybe that’s enough,
Even when the days get rough.
I’ll plant my hope in foreign ground,
Let love be where my roots are found.
Though I ache for what I used to know,
It’s your heartbeat that tells me so:
I won’t run, I’ll stay and grow.
You’re my home—wherever we go.

LIFESHIRT

NO4H

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