“the extravagant lifestyle of 1847 paris is as spirited as champagne and as unforgiving as the gray morning after. In gambling dens and lavish soirees, men of means exert their wills and women turned courtesans exult in pleasure. One such woman is...”

the kinda girl whose 
presence makes you pause
the type to type in lowercase of course
i’m struggling to shake off her allure 
couldn’t make a movie better than this
and i’m sure 
can i whisper in your ear my sweet amour
and tell you all the things that i adore
about the way you think and how you
make me feel insecure, demure

camille, camille
a pretty daisy field
she makes me think it’s 1936 
she’s so surreal
she guiding me to confession
expressing how i feel
she makes me wanna be chivalrous
buy her daffodils

camille, camille
now baby what’s the deal
i’m writing novels ‘bout you daily
david copperfield 
your charm impressing me swiftly
my type, my daisy wheel
i’m talking bout you to my homies 
like this shawty real, she really real

she really real
i can’t help but endorse it
but dancing round the sun 
can get exhausting
it’s kinda daunting 
she’s spins my head around and round
so dizzy i can’t feel the ground

excuse me if this sounds a little forward
inspecting and i’m seeing zero fault in   
all your gorgeous   
some people say that love is war
but if you shoot then down i’ll fall
won’t be no duel, no quickest draw 
the one that i adore
she got me, on my knees
felt cupid’s arrows before
but this times feeling deep 
in spite of all of my flaws
feels like you’re chasing me
it makes me like you even more

camille, camille
a pretty daisy field
she makes me think it’s 1936
she’s so surreal
she guiding me to confession
expressing how i feel
she makes me wanna be chivalrous
buy her daffodils

camille, camille
now baby what’s the deal
i’m writing novels ‘bout you daily
david copperfield 
your charm impressing me swiftly
my type, my daisy wheel
i’m talking bout you to my homies 
like this shawty real, she really real

written by uya raye
produced by tristen tré

camille_draft 3.mp3

i know angels are watching over me
i’m seeing the signs (555)
they’re sending lessons          
the blessings arrive in disguise 
i met this shawty, so beaula
i might make her my beulah
she not couching or lounging 
she out there stacking her mula
she got ambition & drive
but lil shawty can’t drive, that’s okay
i’ve got my licence honey
i’ll fetch you at five (five five)
reasons to be falling (four), a plight
just add it all together
see, i’m parked on cloud nine

sentimentally
i’m hoping that you’re catching my vibe      
transcendental, how i’m feeling
when you gaze in my eyes
shawty leaves me feeling lifted
just by batting her eyelids
i’m out here battling demons 
pretending that i’m not shy
baby girl, i’m onside
out here sitting & waiting for you 
to make this defined 
am i just a pastime
or am i someone you think about
am i crossing your mind
on a daily basis, baby you’ve been 
pacing through mine
crush

time rewards the ones who 
i’ll just be patient

written by uya raye
produced by brokebwoy

crush_interlude_draft 1.mp3

hyper-persuasion
i’m not debating
the way your hips 
sway the conversation
we hardly spoke
i’m not complaining
performative etiquette waning

i needn’t guidance
or navigation
put your lips on mine 
and i’m engaging
feeling your movement
your fluctuation
focused on gratification  

tell me what like baby (please) 
tell me what you want 
i’ll give you my everything
during our detente
court you like a manikin 
dazzle you with dance
(an epicurean savant)

tell me what you like baby (please)
tell me what you need
i can give you anything
whatever you seek
tendered without delay
just as you beseech
(just do as i teach)

make you cry for renaissance
become entranced 
macabre danse
in your embrace, in your embrace
seize me in your arms
for coupe de grâce
when you need some calm
resuscitate, resuscitate

call my name, call me incentivised
put the weight of your body right on mine
been a minute i feel that you’re deprived
(craving treatment)
you know only i provide
on your beauty, i could overdose
daunting delicacy when you’re exposed
feel your energy flow from head to toe
(it’s me you need) 
so listen to what i propose
(pull me closer)
press your lips against my ear
(whisper gently) 
tell me what i need to hear 
(say you want me)
i’m your favourite cavalier
(i’ll take care of you my dear)

make you cry for renaissance
become entranced 
macabre danse
in your embrace, in your embrace
seize me in your arms
for coupe de grâce
when you need some calm
resuscitate, resuscitate

resuscitate, resuscitate
resuscitate, resuscitate
resuscitate, resuscitate
resuscitate, resuscitate

written by uya raye
produced by sober toby

la petite mort_draft 3.mp3

i put the pen to the paper
and try to find the words 
to write a rhyme i can savour 
but i can’t make it work 
i can’t connect the dots 
the way i could a week ago 
i struggle to explain my soul 
my spirit is insatiable

cause i’m not satisfied with what it is
i’m writing this week
don’t feel like me at all
devoid of all authenticity 
it’s like one minute i’m on himalayas
sipping tea of splendid flavour
next i’m at the bottom of the bottled brandy

frustrated out my fucking mind 
i cannot think straight
what happened to me from the time 
when i could orchestrate 
i’d pair my subjects with my predicates 
with eloquence, not worried about sentences
and now i’m stuck behind gates

i used to feel like what i 
wrote was from a pen of gold
i say i used to like it wasn’t just a month ago
why do i struggle to be patient with
the process and understanding that
my progress is a pairing of the highs & lows

what are the magic words
oh tell me now
i’m begging you, please
to open up the door that
leads me to serendipity 
i’m searching for a key
i’ve said my open sesames 
impatience gets the best of me 
so restlessly i’m crossing my t’s 

i should be crossing the threshold 
that’s on my way to find peace
instead of dotting my i’s
blinding me from what i seek
telling myself not to the share
the words i put on the sheet
for with my work, i am not satisfied
no i’m never pleased, so please babe

give me something i can use
for my passion to ensue 
inspiration to accrue 
be my muse, be my muse

to write a song, a song i’ll listen to
and think is okay
i need you baby could you help
susceptibility sway
inside i wanna scream but 
whisper my soliloquy and 
bury it inside these beats in hopes that
no one hears what i say

but could you tell me it’s fine?
could you tell me it’s okay? 
to share myself with the world
and let my music be played
what is it that you have 
behind your eyes that comforts me
and fully puts my mind at ease 
that i see in no one else’s gaze 

so baby show me the signs
tell me the words i can say 
hocus-pocus divine
read my cards, read my veins
read my palm, every line
for the lines i’ll arrange 
hypnotise me if you need to baby
do what you may, baby do what you may
just

give me something i can use
for my passion to ensue 
inspiration to accrue 
be my muse, be my muse

written by uya raye
produced by engless

magic words_draft 3.mp3

i know your station's just a train away
but i was hoping that you 
would just stay the night
know you’ve got meetings 
in the morning babe
change my alarm so we both 
wake up early, i
hope that you don’t think i’m forward
if i say i want your touch
hope it doesn’t make it awkward
really, i don’t mean to rush
just can’t fight the feeling baby
tension building and i find 
my sense of lust is overmuch
girl i think it’s taking over but

just for the record we should take our time
the rest will come if i can make you (mine) 
i’m not suggesting all the way
i’m thinking just a little taste
not tryna lead you to my sheets
just hoping we could kill the space

don’t have to tell you that outside is cold
cause we can see the rain is 
pouring down in droves
but if you wanna go i’ll walk you home
just hold my hand and that’s 
enough to keep me warm
little conversation
give me a bit more time
just tryna get to know you
see what’s beyond those eyes
please don’t feel pressure baby
to go further tonight
i’m only saying i can feel
something ‘tween you and i

just for the record we should take our time
the rest will come if i can make you (mine) 
i’m not suggesting all the way
i’m thinking just a little taste
not tryna lead you to my sheets
just hoping we could kill the space

written by uya raye
produced by yogic

take our time_draft 2.mp3

set ablaze a fire
that settles in my chest
thought that i would tire
seems i don’t want the rest
hear my stomach screaming
tortured by the flame
the more that i ignore
the worse i make pain

wasted my time
burying the thoughts away
covering the scars of shame
they needed the air the heal
is it a crime 
living in a fantasy
dreaming through reality
docile when it feels surreal

patience wearing weaker
(you’ve got me) feeling overeager 
now my judgment’s heading south
can’t help but feel the 
limerence succeeding
caution superseded
i don’t think i’ll make it out 

it’s always better with you
only you
(each time i’m outta my head)
it’s always better with you
only you
regret the shit that i’ve said

each time i’m outta my head i
regret the shit that i said and
each time we take it to bed i
feel so misled

written by uya raye
produced by sober toby

with u_draft 3.mp3

in lucid sleep you occur to me
a reverie 
encouraged by your uncertainty
is it fallacy?
no formal affair
further knowledge a fuss
a curious glare introduction enough
as if to take flight
your aura erupts
immersion now clear
tumult turned to hush

calling across the sea
so you entreat
i hear you scream
come near to me (come near)
come near to me (darling)
come near to me (please)
come near to me
how could i resist your allure? 
twirling in torture
dance with devil

is it your voice that enraptures
is it what i see in your eyes
fantasy in your observance
hypnotised as it locks on mine
vicious seduction
ferocious your pull
i’m summoned to slaughter
yet tame in the course
a salem surrender 
for if but a moment
you sway with my force

written by uya raye
produced by tristen tré

dancing with the devil_draft 2.mp3

i wish that you’d stop calling my phone
losing my mind to the sound of the tone
late in the night i’m thinking of you
but what could i say 
there’s nothing to prove

what did you expect baby
these things fall apart
all of the fables they told us
were never stretched this far
how could you blame me 
i told you from the start
falling in love with me 
is bad for your heart
bad for your heart

but i couldn’t blame you
you showed me from the start
that falling in love with you
was bad for my heart
bad for my heart

i sit and wonder why we 
even tried to chase
a dream that we could never 
stand a chance to race
it seemed like even we when we 
would pick up the pace
all we did was drift
further away

friends to lovers 
engaged with haste
slipping back to strangers 
was it just our fate
to want for something more
but only get a taste 
oh what a shame 

what did i expect from this
when i said my part
thought it’d be different 
the wounds had turned to scars
but i couldn’t blame you 
you showed me from the start
falling in love with you
was bad for my heart
bad for my heart

written by uya raye
produced by sober toby

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