Basically after receiving a call about how my music sucks, I was inspired to write this in response. Don’t think this one sucks.

Poison

POISON

CRESCENT MOON

Cant Be Love

My Story

What You Got (Live)

YB Redencion- Heavy Hearts

“Found Your Love” is all about that intense, almost obsessive kind of love where you feel like you’re the only one who truly understands and completes the other person. The lyrics express deep passion and confidence in the relationship, with a sense of possession, like no one else could ever compare. There’s a mix of devotion and defiance, as if saying, “Good luck finding someone better than me.”

It captures that feeling of being so deeply in love that you hold onto the person tightly, almost daring them to try and replace you. The song could have a mix of vulnerability and strength, vulnerability in the fear of losing them, but strength in knowing how much you bring to the relationship.

-Mai

Found Your Love

HARD LIFE (feat. Carey Washington)

Morgan Wallen meets Rod Wave.

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Yeah...
Welcome to the service.
Congregation full of spirits, no judgment—only refills.
Amen to the pour.

Slide through the doors, neon glow like stained glass
Bartender in white, pourin’ sermons in a tall glass
Sit in my pew—leather stool, soul on tap
Confess to the bottle, let the ice take a nap

Old Fashioned preacher, slow with the lesson
Tells me bout my sins, still grants me a blessin’
Rum and Redemption, I sip for reflection
Gin in the choir, singin' truths with affection

This bar’s my church, and I come every night
With a glass in my hand, tryna make it right
Congregation of bottles, lined up in a row
I take communion slow, let the holy water flow

Whiskey’s the elder, wise but a rebel
He talks in fire, but his vibe on a level
Tequila’s a deacon, wild with the dance
Got me speakin’ in tongues, spillin’ truth in advance

Vodka the youth—clean, cool, no fear
Mixes with anyone, never judging what’s near
Brandy the bishop, velvet with the prayer
Lays hands on my chest, like the pain ain’t there

No steeple, no steppin’ in robes
Just stories and smoke in a whiskey-soaked glow
We pass round the glass, like we pass round the word
And every sip heals where the pain once stirred

This bar’s my church, and I come every night
With a glass in my hand, tryna make it right
Congregation of bottles, lined up in a row
I take communion slow, let the holy water flow

The sermon’s done.
Ashtrays full like collection plates.
See you next Sunday, or maybe just tomorrow.
Peace be poured.

Amen To The Pour

Hello there, my name is Tim Ryan. Founder and songwriter here at Songwriters Notebook. We are a collaboration of talented session musicians, Vocalists, And writers creating music and bringing your ideas to the next level.  If you are interested in releasing your song ideas through Songwriter's Notebook, feel free to contact us directly via email here: asongwritersnotebook@gmail.com Thank you for listening, and let's be creative together!