In “Three Shots”, Caeli August walks the fine line between dream and revelation. Produced by NuVox, this ethereal yet harrowing track tells of a love interrupted by a nightmare: a chance meeting, a mother’s silence, and a flash of violence that echoes through sleep and soul. Rooted in East African imagery and psychological truth, the song is not just a story; it’s a vision. Are we dreaming pain, or is pain dreaming us?

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Lyrics by Aime Pandi Bapaga

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Title: "Shots in the Silence"

[Verse 1]
Saw her step out the pet store, light in her face
Brown eyes met mine from a thousand paces
I asked, “Where you from?”, she said “East Africa”
Whispered “Kenya” like a name I once knew

We walked down the stairs, the turn sharp to the right
Her mother was waiting, cloaked in midnight
I said, “Peace to you, Mama,” with a humble grin
But the silence she gave me stung deep in my skin

[Pre-Chorus]
Then the world cracked open, no warning sign
Two shots rang out, rewrote the line
One to her head, one through the heart
And I watched her soul rip apart

[Chorus]
And the daughter screamed, “Mama, no!”
But time don’t slow when the demons show
Then she fell too, no chance to run
Three shots, one love, all come undone
I woke up drenched, couldn’t catch my breath
Half a liter down just to silence death
Tell me what this vision means,
Why does pain come dressed in dreams?

[Verse 2]
She was beauty, she was grace, she was born to glow
But the world caught fire in a silent show
Was it memory? Was it prophecy?
Or a war between the spirit and the sleep in me?

[Pre-Chorus]
I still see her face, that fragile thread
Between mother and daughter and the words unsaid
Black and fair, dark and bright
One bloodline torn in the veil of night

[Chorus]
And the daughter screamed, “Mama, no!”
But time don’t slow when the shadows grow
Then she fell too, just like the sun
Three shots, one truth, nowhere to run
I woke up soaked, mouth dry with fear
Like the pain was real and the gunshots near
Tell me what this vision brings,
Are we dying inside our dreams?

[Bridge]
Is it warning? Is it grief?
Is it something buried underneath?
East winds whisper in my ear, 
“Some pain comes just to make it clear”

[Outro – Spoken or Sung Softly]
I asked where you’re from
You said, “East Africa”
But maybe you were from
Somewhere deeper…
Somewhere I forgot
Somewhere I left in the silence

Three Shots (Vol. 2)

Mood & Theme: Sensual, intimate, romantic, confident, playful, hypnotic.

 Ideal For: Late-night listening, romantic vibes, intimate moments, or Afropop/R&B-inspired playlists.

Pulses is a sensual, intimate exploration of desire and connection. Through playful metaphors and rhythmic precision, the song maps the journey of passion — from tender caresses to the heat of physical closeness — while honouring the vulnerability and trust between lovers. With hypnotic hooks and a smooth melodic flow, Logistics blends raw emotion and sophisticated sensuality, making every listen an immersive experience.

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Original Lyrics by Aime Pandi Bapaga, 12/10/2025 - YYMG

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Title: Pulses (Logistics)

 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Oh yes, oh yeah…

 Bebe, dial nine-one-one, call the fire brigade,
 The roof’s on fire from your sweet parade.
 Your body’s smokin’, mine’s inflamed,
 From endless hours where we lose our names.

 Oh, the pleasure and the bliss,
 Gotta readjust my gist,
 To the logistics of your body curves,
 All your swerves and turns, yeah.

 From your head to your toes, I trace the lines,
 Pipelines and channels that redefine,
 Every motion guides me to your core,
 Encore, encore — I come back for more.

 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Oh yes, oh yeah…

 Divine sensation under my touch,
 Your skin ignites, it’s almost too much.
 Pull me from cold, wrap me in heat,
 With tenderness, sweetness, our pulses meet.

 Handing me keys,
 To your tender heart.
 No walls, no guards,
 Just love in the dark.

 Oh, the pleasure and the bliss,
 Gotta readjust my gist,
 To the logistics of your body curves,
 All your swerves and turns, yeah.

 From your head to your toes, I trace the lines,
 Pipelines and channels that redefine,
 Every motion guides me to your core,
 Encore, encore — I come back for more.

 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Oh yes, oh yeah…

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah huh-huh,
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah huh-huh,
 All day, all night, you’re mine,
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah huh-huh.

Pulses (Vol. 3)

"They Come and Go" is a cold, hard look at the mythology of the street. This track isn't a glorification—it's a ruthless dissection of the 'wanna-be' gangster who trades life for a fleeting moment of clout. The philosophy here is simple: there is no glamour in the cycle. We pit the theatrical ambition of the "petty gangster" against the brutal, long-term reality of prison time, addiction, and heartbreak.

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Original Lyrics by Aime Pandi Bapaga

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Title: They Come and Go

 (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
 They all wanna be gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
 Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, (Uh!) Yeah-yeah-yeah
 Petty gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
 Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, (Ha!) Yeah-yeah-yeah
 Wanna be gangsters, gangsters, gangsters,
 Yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah!)
 But gangsters come and go,
 They come and go (They come and go, uh-huh).

 Being a gangster ain’t easy, you gotta be born ready, (Ready!)
 Like a Capricorn, ruthless; Cancer brutal, Pisces deadly. (Woo!)
 In spirit, mafioso, cutting torso,
 Leaving enemies headless, cold, unconscious, hopeless. (Cold world!)
 Being a gangster brings no redemption, only oppression,
 Devastation to lives you corrode for profit elevation. (Facts!)
 With the devil in your bastion, God’s your last salvation,
 But the pull is like a rift in the current—pure temptation. (Tempted!)
 Twenty-one, already witnessed dozens of burials,
 Twenty-two, serving time, popping a dozen pills. (Huh!)
 Baby-mama selling her soul for a meal, (Yeah, the truth!)
 The cycle repeats (Repeat!), innocence trying to appeal. (Yeah!)
 The street’s a slow guillotine, built to take your head clean,
 Trading your future for a quick buck and a short dream.
 You thought you were the predator? You were bait for the trap,
 Now that concrete cell’s where you finally take your nap. (Rest easy!)

 They all wanna be gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
 Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, (Yeah-yeah-yeah!)
 Petty gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
 Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, (Woo!) Yeah-yeah-yeah
 Wanna be gangsters, gangsters, gangsters,
 Yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah!)
 But gangsters come and go,
 They come and go (They come and go, gone!).

 One minute you’re a kingpin, next—you’re an obituary. (Boom!)
 Posing for a mugshot, not a gallery.
 You rented that muscle car, leased the accessories,
 They clap you—you bleed out in your own territory. (Damn!)
 See the line between a threat and a promise? (Uh!)
 One’s a whisper in the dark, the other’s a fist in your conscience.
 You flash that roll for the ‘Gram, I count bodies and stomach it.
 Talk loyalty? I see the informant in your summit. (Snitch!)
 They crown you The Problem, The Prince, The Man,
 Till the bail runs dry and your right hand turns to sand. (Gone!)
 You trade the suit for cotton tan, jacket with a number brand,
 Your legend’s just chalk lines drawn by the van. (Outline!)
 The biggest lie sold on the block: the money is clean,
 It’s soaked in a mother’s tears and blood in the scene. (Real talk!)
 So keep your petty chains, your temporary throne,
 ‘Cause when winter hits for real, boy, you’re sleeping alone. (Cold nights!)

 They all wanna be gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
 Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, (Yeah-yeah-yeah!)
 Petty gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
 Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, (Ha!) Yeah-yeah-yeah
 Wanna be gangsters, gangsters, gangsters,
 Yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah!)
 But gangsters come and go,
 They come and go (They come and go, gone!).

 Gangsters come and go. (Yeah-yeah-yeah!)
 You thought you were built for the storm?
 You were just a drop of rain. (Just a drop!)
 They come and go. (Gone!)
 Petty gangsters, yeah, they come and go. (They come and go, yeah.)


They Come and Go (Vol. 3)

“Heaven on Speed Dial” is a vulnerable prayer in melody — Giddi speaking to God in moments when words fail. A blend of Afrosoul, soft highlife chords and heartfelt harmonies, this track is for anyone who’s ever whispered, “God, are You there?

Heaven on Speed Dial

“Pressure” is for the silent fighters — the ones smiling in public but breaking in private. Giddi blends soulful vocals with Afro-R&B rhythms to tell a story of expectations, fear, and survival in a noisy world.

Pressure

Life goes on — even when your heart is heavy. “Business As Usual” is a smooth Afrofusion jam about keeping a cool face while everything is falling apart inside. Chill groove, catchy hooks, midnight-drive kind of song.

Business As Usual

“If I Fall Again” is vulnerability in melody. A soulful Afro-R&B confession about trusting love after heartbreak. Smooth harmonies, slow tempo, and emotional depth.

If I Fall Again

A song about chasing dreams despite fear, doubt, and silence. “Dream” mixes soft Afrobeats with soulful melodies and cinematic emotion

Dream

“Angels Don’t Sleep” is a soul-stirring blend of gospel melodies, melancholy chords, and poetic prayers. A reminder that even angels get tired — but still watch over us.

Angels Don't Sleep

Lights

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