Ten brand-new tracks. Ten new worlds.
With Vol. 3, ThinkTimm continues his one-of-a-kind experiment: dropping fully original projects every single month under the WDMNation MEDIA banner. No samples. No shortcuts. Just raw creativity, crafted beats, sharp wordplay, and fearless production.
If Vol. 1 was the spark and Vol. 2 was the build-up, then Vol. 3 is the breakthrough—a collection that pushes funk, soul, hip-hop, and storytelling into fresh territory. You’ll hear Ani DiFranco-inspired spoken word laced with Prince-like energy, hooks designed for stadiums, and verses sharpened for headphones.
This project isn’t just music—it’s momentum.
Stream it. Share it. Add it to your library.
Be part of the IF I WAS YOUR PRODUCER movement.
🌐 Bandcamp: thinktimm.bandcamp.com
🎧 SoundCloud: soundcloud.com/thinktimm
📱 Follow: @ThinkTimm | @WDMNation | @WhyMakeMusic | @DJWarmCookies

BandCamp

Let me See Your Hands

Confusion People

Alive

My Town

For the Family

Pop Star

Saturday

Treadmill (Don’t Call Me Crazy)

Soulmate

Polished shoes, mirror vibe,
Every glance a coded bribe.
Neon drips across your hair,
You move like you own the air.
Silver sweat, champagne grin,
Every spin pulls me in.
Talk that slick, sugar flame,
Baby, we’re one step from fame.

Don’t rush, don’t fake that flair,
Groove slow — we’re almost there.

It’s that electric game we play,
Flash and rhythm in display.
Hands up high, hearts collide,
Two bright sparks won’t hide.
Keep me spinning round your name,
Caught inside this electric game.

Velvet beat under skin,
You talk sweet, the night begins.
Gold reflections on the wall,
Every secret starts to fall.
Push the tempo, lose the plan,
Let the music take command.
I see truth in every move,
You and I were built for groove.

Don’t rush, don’t fake that flair,
Groove slow — we’re almost there.

It’s that electric game we play,
Flash and rhythm in display.
Hands up high, hearts collide,
Two bright sparks won’t hide.
Keep me spinning round your name,
Caught inside this electric game.

Turn the dial, feel the shine,
Every step rewrites the line.
No pretend, no control,
Just the beat inside our soul.

It’s that electric game we play,
Flash and rhythm in display.
Hands up high, hearts collide,
Two bright sparks won’t hide.
Keep me spinning round your name,
Caught inside this electric game.

Electric game (Boogie Revival reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

We make music for the past, present and future. We want you to experience the sound and make it apart of your journey. If you come away with anything, let it be this one thing.
ThinkTimm… if nothing else!

New tracks tagged #Funky R&amp;B

New tracks tagged #Funky R&B