In My Direction

As a big big Monte Booker Fan, i heard this beat and instantly started singing Say my name on it, tried it out at a couple shows i did and it went well, so thought why not share it with the internet, Hope you all enjoy ;)

Say My Name x Monte Booker

Written & Performed by Marcel Allen & Courtnie Henson
Produced by Jacob Rochester
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Max Morin at The Brewery Recording Studio in Brooklyn, NY

UNTITLED 002 FT. COURTNIE (PROD. JACOB ROCHESTER)

Funksters Prayer

Soak your feet
In apple cider vinegar
You smell like outdoors
I been out my senses now
I've been fighting these wars
I'm tryna live, but I ain't got the time on my hands
I'm tryna live, but I ain't got the time on my hands

I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume

Coat your throat
In chamomille and honey, child
You been screaming too loud
The street lights are coming on
And you're still my child
I'm tryna live, but I ain't got the time on my hands
I'm tryna live, but I ain't got the time on my hands

I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume

Ay, enough of the sad song
I used to wait for the day life brought my dad home
His number change ev'ry week
Can't call my dad phone
I'm stuck with two left feet
Can't make a dance song
Be careful of false idols
Weed and grinder next to The Bible
She is not mindful
Need to find her 'fa she get lied to
Ay, I bet the head was good as fuck though
Fuck what I'm sayin' g'on try ya luck, bro
That other tone be cutthroat
So make sure you buckle up though 

I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume

Perfume

Sleep through the purple and blue (The sunrise)
My heels dug down deep in the dirt (I ain't going nowhere, nigga)
Honey as sweet as the moon (Brr, brr, gas)
Eyes brown as the blood on my shirt (Suwoop)
Buckle up, It's gonna get shaky
All of this is here for the taking 

My heart is in California
A Cuban link on the west side
No diamonds, just water & gold
We might get wet cuz the wind's high

Hollywood & Vine
You'd rather die than surrender your heart to mine
You can live a lie
I'd rather die than let you back in my life

My heart is in California
A Cuban link on the west side
No diamonds, just water & gold
We might get wet cuz the wind's high

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Whatchu gonna do
Whatchu gonna do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Whatchu gonna do
Whatchu gonna do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Whatchu gonna do
Whatchu gonna do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Whatchu gonna do
Whatchu gonna

Cuban Link

Slow & Steady Freestyle (Prod. by Alexander12)

Gabriel

Sip Mo

The Pheels is a slow-burning musical project from Phil Jones and Curtis Fields, a focus on patience and vision. MatterFact is the confusion after a long nap – a wild and unexpecting journey of awakening into a different world.

Fiya

Can't keep my hands clean cuz I was raised on the block
Pump blast for the cash, then I mash with the gas, gotta dash away from the cops
We need the paper you got
For this behavior to stop (ay)
See, who done slept on just ain't us
We the type to let things bust
You the type to tuck chains up
And then change up cuz we came up
Niggas been on that gang stuff
To get paid, I had to switch lanes
But, got a grip in the sack
And I'm flipping it, bringing it back
And it ain't no thing (ay)
Niggas try to copy
But that little shit that they serving just ain't the same (yeah)

I remember riding civic
East side, to be specific
Parking lot, windows tinted
Same spot, left the city
Came back, everybody missing
Cocaine rocks, niggas say I changed
But everybody different
Name a nigga I ain't influence

Roll a paper up
And free the guys
And realize what we go through (ay)
Pain is love
Don't wanna make you cry
But I feel like I'm supposed to (ay)
It ain't too much
Don't wanna be surprised
When I surmise whatchu gon' do (yeah)

You never call to see about me
But That's OK
Cuz you watch my stories every day

Influenced by influenza, cuz I'm sick with it (sick)
A hundred thousand on me, liquid
I be dripping when I kick shit (money)
Ain't no simping why you tricking like a kickflip
A quick tip: quit all that flexing in your bitch whip (flex)
Peachcurls been getting it because my ideas rich
See, I'm the best, mayne, I did it (flex, money)
Had a little *bleep*, I ain't gon' lie, it was lit
And *bleep* know some niggas that'll die for The Kid (die)
It's Lil Mac, they got me milli packing. I'm really active
Money flipping, acrobatics, ghetto mathematics (yeah, one time)
Daddy told me it'll be times like this
Lemme call this bitch so I can get inside her mind right quick (yeah, two times)

You never call to see about me
But That's OK
Cuz you watch my stories every day
You never call to see about me
But That's OK
Cuz you watch my stories every day

See About Me

truth by design

I can't write about myself in the third person and feel genuine. This is the internet, and ain't no rules so it's first-person. 

I'm Peachcurls from Cleveland, OH. It's Eastside. I make music off the MacBook Pro. Speaking of technology, I wanna give a big shoutout to computers for making all this possible. I used to be in a band called Thaddeus Anna Greene(available on all streaming platforms).