Love in the rear-view.  Lust in the passenger seat.  And no brakes in sight.
"The Dash" is a collision course of emotions- Dutch's protagonist races toward the one he loves, haunted by the weight of temptation and fear of losing her.  It's not just a physical sprint; it's a psychological blur.  The verses swing between bravado and vulnerability.  He's not just running to her-he's running from himself.

The Dash

Lust dressed as love.  The hook repeats like a warning: "This ain't love...but baby I like it." It's seductive, detached, and dangerously honest.  The verses blur pleasure with denial, until the final lines crack the illusion:  "Thought I was made of steel, my heart made of glass." Chapter 3 begins with desire and the heartbreak it hides. 

I Like It

This is lust at full volume, no apologies, no illusions.  Dutch paints a late-night scene where desire overrides direction, and intimacy becomes escape.  Beneath the bravado and sensual tension, there's a quiet ache: the feeling that even pleasure can't outrun heartbreak.  It's seductive, chaotic, and already fading by morning. 

Lost in These Sheets

This is where the lines blur, between pleasure and foreverness, between fun and falling.  Dutch trades bravado for vulnerability, confessing that what started as lust now feels like love.  The verses are raw, the hook is tender, and the tension is real: "Not just a part of me...baby the whole of me."  But in chapter 3, even love comes with consequences.

We Fallin

This is the confession.  Dutch looks back on a love burned hot, crashed hard, and still lingers.  The hook is simple but loaded: "You was my favorite." It's not just about chemistry, it's about regret, reflection, and the ache of what almost was.  Featuring the voice of Twilla that flips the lens, the track becomes a dialogue between past and present, lust and lessons.  In the end, it's not just about getting back in, it's about becoming someone worth returning to.

My Favorite

She's gone and this time, it's not just silence.  It's deletion, ghosting, and the ache of being erased.  Dutch confesses the cost of lust, the weight of missed chances, and the soul tie that won't break even with distance.  The hook haunting: You'll be my distant lover, anyway. " This track is the emotional fallout, where love becomes memory.

Runaway Love

This is the moment Dutch drops the mask.  The bravado fades, and what's left is a man pleading for something he thought was promised.  "I thought we was meant to be..." echoes like a prayer, while verses swing between defiance and desperation.  The voice cracks, the ego folds, and heartbreak becomes a full-body confession.  "Beg" isn't just a song, it's the sound of someone realizing love doesn't wait.

The heartbreak is still fresh, but Dutch isn't sitting in silence.  "Do For Me" is the rebound anthem: wild nights, blurred memories, and unapologetic indulgence.  It's not healing it's distraction.  But after the storm, even fun feels like survival.

Do For Me

Dutch closes Chapter 3 with indulgence. "Hershey Kisses" is playful, provocative, dripping with double entendre.  It's not about love, it's about flavor, fantasy, and the kind of intimacy that its leaves bite marks and blurred memories.  The hook hits like sugar rush: "Love by the pieces. " After heartbreak, this is the rebound wrapped in chocolate, no wrapper, no apologies, just temptation in its purest form. 



A house is just a house
A room is just a room
But Ion care
As long as you there
I get my few shares
I'm talking stocks and bonds
Stock her up while she in bonds

(Hershey Kisees)
I'm talking too delicious
(Hershey Kisses)
Love by the pieces

If I can have it all I would chocolate overdose
Like what you need a wrapper fo


(Hershey Kisees)

(Hershey Kisses)

Leave them stockings on
another hole in one
No Tiger Wood but baby I would
Have a couple girls while cutting wit you
They pillow talk wit lies imma tell you the truth

Sweet Kisses on your neck while you yawning
Bite marks from last night still apparent
Your skin the only thing that you wearing
The sheets the only thing that's between us


Hershey Kisees)
I'm talking too delicious
(Hershey Kisses)
Love by the pieces

If I can have it all I would chocolate overdose
Like what you need a wrapper fo

Hershey Kisses

She says, "You don't have to worry about my love." But her calm becomes the trigger.  This duet plays like a slow unraveling.  Her voice steady, his full of doubt.  Dutch starts to spiral, caught between trust and insecurity.

No Worries

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