bitchiest bi

Sunrise

life of a liar

I'mma blow your mind!

Leapfrog

no more

Tried To Kill.

I wrote this song about a special someone with no gag reflex.

S.U.C.K.M.E.O.F.F.

[Intro]
Yeah...
We don’t just make music...
We become it.
Dark notes, soft moans…
You feel it too?
Let’s play...

[Verse 1]
Poetic love in elemental song
Tongues like verses, where we both belong
Your rhythm hits like thunder in my skin
And I let the lightning pull me in

A melody of candlelight and moans
Basslines shaking every hollow bone
Bodies sync like a wicked serenade
On satin sheets, the music we both made

 (“Mmm... Play that again...” “Don’t stop now…”)

[Chorus]
We’re music makers, lovers and takers
Slow grind soundwaves, soul-awakened shakers
Breath to beat, we move in time
Drippin’ heat like a haunting rhyme
We’re music makers (mmm...)
Don’t fade the fader...

[Verse 2]
Your voice got that reverb, girl—drippin’ wet with echo
Slide in the booth or the bed, go where the bass go
Keys play your spine, I press it like vinyl
Turn you over slow like it’s tribal and primal

Linger in your tempo, your breath a refrain
Every gasp a note, pleasure wrapped in pain
You hum my name, I hit the harmony
A duet of sweat and debauchery

( “Slow it down...” “Just like that…”)

[Bridge]
Late night lullaby, fever in our sighs
Dancing on the edge where the climax lies
Fingers on the strings of this sin we write
Lovers in the shadows, fading into light

[Spoken bridge overlap:] 
(“No shame... no rules... just the rhythm of us...”)

[Chorus]
We’re music makers, lovers and takers
Slow grind soundwaves, soul-awakened shakers
Breath to beat, we move in time
Drippin’ heat like a haunting rhyme
We’re music makers
Don’t fade the fader...

[Outro]
Play me slow...
Play me deep...
Let the silence speak.
We made music...
Now let it sleep.

(“You still hear me...?”)

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rplayin | Lyrical Fire, Emotional Depth
I don’t just write songs — I Have experienced them, I write what the heart can’t always say. Every verse, every bar, every line carries weight. Words can lift you up, break you down, or leave you raw and real — that’s the power I believe in.
Welcome to my world of lyrical storytelling — where passion meets pain, truth meets rhythm, and nothing is off limits.
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Let the feelings in.
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voice low since the burial.
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