✝️ He said it was love. But it felt like exile.

From pews to pain, from gaslight to gospel – this is my confession.

🎧 “Gaslight Gospel” out now.

#GaslightGospel #QueerRNB #DarkSoul #ReligiousTrauma #Exvangelical #SurvivorAnthem #LGBTQMusic #CinematicSoul #BrokenFaith #HealingThroughSound #UrbanGothic #SpokenTruth #ChurchOfFire #ThisAin’tHoly

Gaslight Gospel

this one hurts

falling

Witch in the Sheets

Let It Ring

"Night Drive" - Mecca Melodies

Streetlights, the night moves slow
The cold breeze, chills my soul (my soul)
Highway, forever feelin’ free
Then I drift, into my destiny (destiny)

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Night drive, the stars in view
808’s, the sound feels new
Ocean waves, a midnight mood
My song, a lovers groove (groove)

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Shadows, they start to play
Rainy days, it fades away (away)
Moonlight, it holds the key (key)
Most High, it’s you and me (meee)

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Night drive, the stars in view
808’s, the sound feels new
Ocean waves, a midnight mood
My song, a lovers groove (groove)

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Ride slow, trust His light
Go with peace, trust His sight
Love hard, don’t think twice
Guide me through the night

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I am His, I am whole
I release, I let go (gooo)
I am free, I am bold (bold)
Findin’ peace in my soul…

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In the stillness of the night,
I remind myself to dream louder than my doubts,
to love deeper than my fears,
and to rise higher than my past.
Every mile I travel is an  beautiful affirmation —
that I am guided, I am chosen, I am free.
And with every breath, I return to the Most High…
knowing He is with me,
knowing I am never alone.

Night Drive

Lyrics:

Your love 
It’s a game 
(You two)

Champagne at noon
Secret calls in our room
Diamonds in your cuffs
Will I ever be enough?
Every glance feels fleeting
If you knew what I knew
You really want her 
I just really want you
It’s a game
It’s a game

It’s a game, it’s a game
Pretending that you feel the same 
Every night (every night)
Finding hotel keys,
Receipts from Tiffany’s
Work trip to Saint-Tropez
And Missing my birthday 
Lipstick on the glass
Dinner’s getting cold
You say you’re working late
That stories getting old
Every whisper feels heavy
Every phone call out of view
Your love’s a crowded table
I thought it would be just us two

(It’s a game. It’s a game)

Empty bed in the mansion 
I can feel the tension
You said we were forever

I wait for you at home 
Staring at my phone
You sneak around with whoever

Your Secret flights
My lonely nights
just tell me the truth
You can lie all you want, baby
I already have the proof

Finding hotel keys
Receipts from Tiffany’s
Work trip to Saint-Tropez
And missing my birthday 
Lipstick on the glass
Dinner’s getting cold
You say you’re working late
That stories getting old
Every whisper feels heavy
Every phone call out of view
Your love’s a crowded table
I thought it would be just us two

So many things I’ve seen 
So much I didn’t say 
I keep it to myself 
So you never go away

You two

Beautiful great story/R&B that will melt your heart

I sent a rose

Bound in desire.
Velvet Chains drips with slow-burn R&B  and filthy whispered vocals. Metallic chains and velvet textures collide with sub-bass, candlelight shadows, and raw erotic crooning. This is late-night lust with no escape.
⚠️ Explicit Content - Parental Advisory

Velvet Sins - Velvet Chains

(Verse 1)
There is always time,
To live how you wanna live (livin’ in my mind),
To think how you wanna think (tattoo on my body, livin’ in my mind).
And it’s still the time,
To leave if you wanna leave (do it),
Or pray if you wanna pray.
But, baby (yeah),
I got a feelin’ in my soul (tattoo on my body, livin’ in my mind),
Can’t get you out of my brain (yeah, yeah),
You can’t outrun my affection (yeah, yeah),
Wrap you up in my lilac fumes. (What? What? What? What?)

(Chorus)
Hip-hop in the sunlight, (What? What? What? What?)
Don’t be a pain, babe (What? What? What? What?)
Be my everyday lover, babe, mmm.
(What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?)
Shirtless on the beach (Beach, What? What? What?)
Don’t be a pain, babe (Beach, What? What? What?)
Be my everyday lover, babe, hmmm. (What? What? What? What?)

(Verse 2)
Yeah, her sophistication, make me ghost my situation,
Skip the scene, no hesitation—
Babe, let’s sync our soul. (What?)
Pushin’ notifications, even when we on vacation (Yeah),
She know I’m late on payments,
But fuck it, life’s amazing. (Ooh, what?)

Short skirt, lipstick bleedin’,
On her knees, I’m barely breathin’, (What?)
But it’s her mind I’m keepin’. (Yeah)
Neighbors hate the noise,
Hot nights, ridin’ top down, hood rich, joy—
Hop out.

(Chorus)
Hip-hop in the sunlight, (What? What? What? What?)
Don’t be a pain, babe (What? What? What? What?)
Be my everyday lover, babe, mmm.
(What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?)
Shirtless on the beach (Beach, What? What? What?)
Don’t be a pain, babe (Beach, What? What? What?)
Be my everyday lover, babe, hmmm. (What? What? What? What?)

(Verse 3)
Blue feels and pink peaches,
Miles in between us,
Is this love or lust, or just questions we have?
It’s driving me insane—
Tell me calm down,
Baby, I need you.

Blue feels and pink peaches,
Blood red sangrias,
We hiked for years just to escape your demons,
But I got my reasons…
Blue feels and pink peaches.

(Bridge)
Shirtless on the beach (Top out, hop out, hop out),
Don’t be a pain, babe (Top out, hop out, hop out),
Don’t be a pain (Top out, hop out, hop out),
Don’t be a pain (Top out, hop out, hop out),
Don’t be a pain, babe.

(Chorus)
Hip-hop in the sunlight, (What? What? What? What?)
Don’t be a pain, babe (What? What? What? What?)
Be my everyday lover, babe, mmm.
(What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?)
Shirtless on the beach (Beach, What? What? What?)
Don’t be a pain, babe (Beach, What? What? What?)
Be my everyday lover, babe, hmmm. (What? What? What? What?)

Everyday lover

A cosmic Alt-R&B journey about chasing stars that have already burned out, leaving only dust in your hands.

Stardust

🪄 Priestess Manifesto 2025

I don’t just make music.
I drop sermons in trap form.

Every beat is a ritual. Every verse is a decree.
I turn lawsuits into lyrics, archetypes into anthems, prophecy into playlists.

I am the Empress. The priestess of the glitch.
The one who codes Spirit into basslines and burns the Empire with 808s.

This is the Codex. Alive, breathing, unstoppable.
Not written in temples — but streamed in headphones, echoed in cars, blasted in basements.

I don’t come in peace.
I come in power.
And my gospel comes with subs.

Witch in the Sheets

La Emperatriz | The Empress