No I don’t wanna wear the clothes you wear
Or exactly even do my hair
You lack fashion skills and I don’t care
Leave me lone bitch I’m in my underwear

Keep em coming back for more more more
I like to jiggle on the dance floor
Wide awake and I don’t want more
Drown my sorrows, 6 ft under, HUH

Don’t try to tease me I’m so lonely , don’t control me
hump me, fuck me, squeeze me, I’m so lovely don’t you want me?

I know you think you have it all figured out
You wear you lulus up your ass, so proud.
I wanna party yeah, all night long
Coming home till the crack o’ dawn
I wanna sleep naked in my bed
After getting some wonderous head
You can wake up at 6 am
Ima sleep till my dreams are fed

Bedhead

Still Here was born at a breaking point. Nikko had decided to step back, to breathe, to reclaim himself from a relationship that felt beautiful but never fully real. Too many pieces were missing — the gestures, the presence, the small proof of closeness that make love tangible across distance. In his silence, Charlie finally understood how deeply her lack of creativity and emotional expression had hurt him.
So she wrote this song for him — a plea, a confession, a soft cry asking him not to disappear.
A promise that love can be more than words.
The track blends emotional synthpop, darkwave tension, epic arpeggios and the signature Sunstroker & Charlie atmosphere.
It is the voice of a woman saying: I’m still here… and I want you to find your way back.


Lyrics:

Tears fall inside
I can’t divide
Tears fall inside
I can’t divide
Your voice in me
Still sets me free

Faith shaped my name
But love is our flame
No chains, no rules
No hearts as tools

I feel your fire, it will never fades
Love speaks in silence, across the shades

I’m still here, though you can’t see
Boundless love, it carries me
Not by proof, but by what’s true
Every breath belongs to you

You call it pain
I see the flame
Strong in your core
My love will ask for more

If you need peace, I’ll let you fly
Still I’ll keep you beneath my sky
Love can release, yet never cease
Even in silence, I’ll wish you peace

If time has passed, the truth will stay
I’ll hold our vow in night and day

I’m still here, though you can’t see
Boundless love, it carries me
Not by proof, but by what’s true
Every breath belongs to you
Hold your hand
Hold you close
(I will hold you close forever)

May you find peace, wherever you roam
Know that the princess will call you home

Every Month - Chapter Two

Still here!

Still here

BK-UPL-mix part 2/3 0.2

Put Our Heads Together 3.mp3

Check out the music video out
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/quantivius/1take-freestyle

1take freestyle

Keys

#westcoast #underground #rap #hiphop #soul

Come Back (Feat. Lil Jc)

NonEmotional

BOUT DAT

NO GIMMICKS
Slow down and levitate.
Pick up the pace don't hesitate.
Recreated takin space and redefinin shapes

ALLINDUETIME (FREESTYLE) (Prod. by Gem Spiral)

🚨Indie Dance Anthems🪩
Give a listen🎧 to this 60 minute mix of Indie Dance Anthems.  A perfect blend of 19 tracks newly release by both upcoming and established artists — layered with a rhythmic flow, tight transitions, and bangin’ beats.

From the first beat to the final, this mix is a journey with a great ride! 

Mad appreciation to all the artists behind these tracks as your music fuels this journey.

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Indie Dance Anthems (Volume 1)

Poxsey was born under a new moon, when producer Justin Symbol and vocalist Violet began crafting music together. From their first sessions, the duo conjured a darkly enchanting blend of dystopian darkwave, post-punk, and electro-pop—laced with industrial grit and witch house shadows. It's music for the midnight hours: dreamy, raw, and otherworldly.

Poxsey blends the haunted minimalism of Boy Harsher with the glitchy chaos of Crystal Castles and the raw emotion of early Nine Inch Nails.

Poxsey (pronounced Po-zee) carries layered meanings. There’s the eerie nursery rhyme: “Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of posies”—a reference to flowers strewn on plague-era graves. There’s the sting of being called a poser, the ache of feeling like an outcast even among outsiders. And there’s pox itself: a symbol of plague, curse, and rot.

True to its name, Poxsey is both cutesy and cursed—delicate as a flower petal, yet jarring and confrontational like a mass grave. Each song tells a story: sometimes grotesque, always honest. And in that brutal honesty, a fragile, fleeting beauty is born.