No último ajuste da composição desta obra, eu falei a tão satisfatória palavra: “Terminei”. Olhei para o relógio do estúdio e ele marcava 16:55.
Eu estava descobrindo como *lidar* com o tempo.
O início do confinamento foi cheio de dúvidas e momentos de muita tensão.
5 pras 5 expressa este sentimento através de suas linhas melódicas carregadas de tensão com uma estrutura cheia de surpresas e variáveis.

TEMPOO

BEATPORT

Vegas- 5 Pras 5

Erva da Jamaica

Vegas - Erva Da Jamaica (Feat Cocktel Molotov)

Premiere: Indira Paganotto - Gipsy Queen (Extended Mix)

TRACKLIST – ‘Gypsy Queen’
01. Indira Paganotto – ‘Gypsy Queen’ (Extended Mix)
02. Indira Paganotto – ‘Vendetta’ (Extended Mix)

Premiere: Indira Paganotto - Gipsy Queen

Pattaya

Butterfly

Beatport

Vegas - Butterfly

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Trip 2 Fantasy

A Place We Can Be Free feat. Ian Orr
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A Place We Can Be Free

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🔊 Satin sheets still smell like sin– A Sin You Can Still Taste

A slow-burning ode to the kind of love that lingers long after it's gone.
"Satin sheets still smell like sin" dives deep into the space between desire and regret – where shadows kiss the skin, guilt feels like lace, and memories haunt like perfume on satin sheets.
For lovers of late-night confessions, smoky vocals, and bittersweet soul.

🎧 Written to ache. Sung to remember.
#NeoSoul #AltRnB #AftertasteOfYou #LateNightVibes #DarkPop #EmotionalR&B


Satin sheets still smell like sin

[Verse 1]
Satin sheets still smell like sin
I trace your ghost across my skin
Swore I’d quit this kind of fire
But I still ache to burn again
You left your heat between my thighs
Now even daylight feels like lies

[Pre-Chorus]
I sip regret like morning wine
But I’d still taste you every time

[Chorus]
The aftertaste of you—
Lingers sweet and cruel
Like perfume on my pillow
Or a flame that never cools
No prayer can undo
What we did at half-past two
Still dripping in your shadow
No matter what I do

[Verse 2]
Ash on lips and tangled hair
My conscience waits, but I don’t care
You said my name like it was sin
Now I crave that voice again
I wear this guilt like Sunday lace
But miss the wreckage of your grace

[Bridge]
You were my sweetest damage
A thrill I’d choose again
A phantom in my bloodstream
Disguised as medicine
And every time I surface
You pull me back inside—
A spell I never asked for
But I never tried to fight

[Final Chorus]
The aftertaste of you—
Burns like something true
You branded me in silence
And I broke too soon
Still drunk on all we knew
Still shaking in your bloom
This ache won’t fade with time—
I live in the aftertaste of you

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