on repeat 4 sure. thank you, i needed this

Chris Grey -  WRONG (Slowed)

Running out of air to breathe
Sweat all over the mahogany
I feel you closing in on me
Under red lights
Sneak in to the gallery
Oh I can be your odyssey
Come take what you want from me
'Till the sunrise

So baby if you wanna leave I'll show you the door
Mirrors from the ceiling all the way to the floor
On your knees to pray but you won't pray to the lord
This house, it comes alive, it's made for you and I
Oh if these walls could talk I promise they'd know my name
Got the type of love that's wrapped in diamonds and chains
Dancing with the devil, would you die for a taste?
This house, it comes alive, it's made for you and I

Walking through these clouds of smoke
It hides the secrets that nobody knows
In this house we'll never be alone
Can you feel all their eyes
Got you swinging from the chandelier
Facing all of your worst fears
There's no place just quite like here

So baby if you wanna leave I'll show you the door
Mirrors from the ceiling all the way to the floor
On your knees to pray but you won't pray to the lord
This house, it comes alive, it's made for you and I
Oh if these walls could talk I promise they'd know my name
Got the type of love that's wrapped in diamonds and chains
Dancing with the devil, would you die for a taste?
This house, it comes alive, it's made for you and I, I

You and I, I
You and I, I
Yeah
Yeah
This house, it comes alive
(Alive)
(Oh alive)
(Alive)

Chris Grey - FUNHOUSE

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Chris Grey - Wrong (perfect slowed and reverb)

Takes Me Back

Zambumbia This release is a small universe built from different singles — a collage of all my favorite moods in one place. Electropop, synthwave, trip-hop and dreampop melt together in songs about resistance, nightlife, heartbreak, support and desire. From the cinematic anthem that rises against the current, to the late-night Japanese club fantasy of a one-night romance, from an 80s-tinted breakup ballad where love quietly fades, to a Spanish trip-hop lullaby whispering “no estás solo”, and a sensual, weightless orbit between two bodies in the dark — every track shows a different face of the same heart. It’s not one genre, it’s a mood board: rainy city lights, glowing screens at 3 a.m., quiet courage, messy feelings and small miracles that only happen when the world finally goes silent. A collection for anyone who lives between languages, between styles, and between the fear of falling and the need to keep moving.

Chris Grey - DEATH WON'T DO US PART (Slowed)

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