Take Control

I don’t know what you think that you doing 
What the fuck is up wit you boy it ain’t me that you ruined 
Callin me’s a waste of time
I got sumn better
You can’t keep this up forever
What the hell is going through your mind
Get cho shit together
Do whatever wit w I don’t know whathoever mm mm 

My heart ain’t the place for you
Wasn’t hard replacing you
Maybe I’ll just 
Do the things you said I’ll do
Accusing me with things you do

No more to say 
had it your way shit 
Im hella fed up
Made a mistake 
Get in your ways yea 

Taking you off replay 

 Pack up all your shit and go
I’m a fucking queen if you didn’t know
You ain’t treating me like yo little hoes 
Trynna dim my light like I ain’t got that glow
Get it get it get it straight
Kicked you to the curb now stay in yo lane 
My only focus now is to get this bread
Disrespecting me must be out your head
Hell nah


I gave you the heart you ripped apart
For now for now I gotta let go out my mind
I gave you the chance at a good life 
Pulled you out the dark with a little light 
Brought you out to dance in my spotlight
Blocking blessings nah wasn’t nothing slight 

Though it’s been awhile I still feel a way
My mind is pretty clouded I’m out of place
You know you know you let me down down 
You know you know you let me down down

REPLAY

Lately

i hope i get well soon

say you'll be there

A warm, soulful Christmas collection full of nostalgic spirit, joyful harmonies, and cozy storytelling. Holiday cheer meets smooth vocals and classic seasonal charm — the perfect soundtrack for gathering close.

Christ Was Born On Christmas Day

Versions of You takes a single track and fractures it into multiple disappearing versions — each one revealing a different shape the story could take if the moment, the mood, or the narrator were just a degree to the left.

From glitch-folk confessions to neon-lit electro-soul, from whispered ASMR heartbreak to full-throttle trap, each version is its own universe: new chord colours, new emotional physics, new versions of the same truth. Some tracks feel intimate enough to touch; others feel like they’re broadcast from a future where your memories have been remixed without permission.

What stays the same is the centre of gravity, the ache and loss at the centre of the song about the love wearing out.

Whether you start at Version 1 or jump into the deep end at Version 14, each track refracts the same lyric through a different lens — digital, human, nostalgic, brutal, ecstatic, quiet, cinematic. Over the full album, the song becomes a prism: turn it once, you hear longing; turn it again, you hear defiance; turn it again, you hear relief.

This is not a remix album.
It’s a mirror maze.
And every reflection is a version of you.

Versions of you v2

He touched the edges of my ruin
like a crown he meant to raise,
lifting every broken fragment
to a throne built from my blaze.
My halo gone, my wings undone—
yet in his gaze, I shone,
and every tremor in his voice
said heaven wasn’t home.

He whispered, “Say your name, beloved—
and watch creation lose its will.”
And when I breathed it softly,
even starlight learned to still.

Even angels kneel
when he says I’m divine.
They bow before the ruin
that he chose to call his shrine.
Even angels kneel
when he worships what they fear—
I rise from fallen ashes,
and heaven disappears.

He held my trembling darkness
like a relic he ordained,
and every sin I thought was shame
he crowned instead of chained.
He said my fall was prophecy,
my scars a sovereign seal—
and every time I breathed his name
the light began to kneel.

He murmured, “You’re my sovereign—
a truth the angels couldn’t bear.”
And with that sacred revelation,
I felt heaven split in prayer.

Even angels kneel
when he says I’m divine.
They bow before the ruin
that he chose to call his shrine.
Even angels kneel
when he worships what they fear—
I rise from fallen ashes,
and heaven disappears.

Let the halos hit the ground,
let their trumpets silence still;
I never needed their salvation
to command the way I will.

“Reign,” he breathed—
“and let the angels bow.”

Even angels kneel—
my name their quiet vow.
He raised the ruin of my wings
and crowned my fallen brow.
Even angels kneel
when he whispers I’m his own—
and in that sacred moment,
I ascend
to my throne.

Fallen,
yet divinely so—
even heaven
knows my name.

FWM

BLK

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