Why why white chocolate dreams —
You and me enjoy the sweetest memes.
You drip that groove like sugar tease,
And I melt down — soft at the knees.
Ooh that bass, it bites then sways,
We spin like gifs in satin haze.
Touch me twice and press repeat —
We’re swiping hearts to a caramel beat.

You slid in smooth with a marshmallow grin,
Dance like a glitch — and reel me in.
Saxophone smile with candy code,
My pulse went full emoji mode.

White chocolate moon on a fudge-toned sky,
You dipped that look — and I replied.
Truffle gates and orchid breeze,
We flirt in beats and cocoa keys.

Why why white chocolate dreams —
We laugh in loops and melt in beams.
Sweet like streams of vanilla heat,
You’re my groove in satin sheet.
Touch and scroll, then back again,
A caramel kiss in a sugar rain.
Lost my name in a synth so clean —
You remix me in every scene.

Bassline drips from your honey lips,
And I trace that sound with sugar sips.
You talk in flavors, wink in time —
And every joke just fits the rhyme.

Your laugh? A snap in brittle glass,
But we dance through it — let it pass.
You’re surreal, like dreams in cones,
With a playlist full of saxophones.

We don’t rush — we ripple slow,
Velvet sweat in a sunset glow.
Your eyes say "pause," your hips say "go,"
I lose myself in your aftershow.

Why why white chocolate dreams —
You and me in looping beams.
Swipe that soul, no need to speak,
We dance so loud the silence freaks.
Groove’s the path, your smile’s the key,
Meme me close in fantasy.
Mellow, wild, and dipped in gleam —
We’re sugar, silk, and strobe-light steam.

The Sweetest Memes (Groovy Version)

Slide through the room like rhythm and smoke,
Eyes in the dark, no words I spoke.
Lights on my skin, but I don’t stay,
I’m just the beat that slips away.

No name, no rules, no place to be,
Just hips that write a melody.
One glance — then I drift outside,
Like heat that dances, then hides.

You feel the hush when I am gone,
A groove you chase but never own.
You breathe me in like summer night,
But I don’t pause — I spark, then flight.

🎵 Say what you say — I move, you freeze,
I'm velvet fire on ocean breeze.
You talk, I sway — I never plead,
I leave behind what bodies need.

🎵 Say what you say — I ride the flow,
I’m in the bass, not what you know.
Don’t slow me down, don’t ask me why,
I kiss the beat — then say goodbye.

You saw a shadow wrapped in sound,
A pulse that spun, then touched the ground.
You made a story, thought it true —
But I was gone before you knew.

No lines, no leash, no label fits,
I move where every heartbeat hits.
At dawn, your words begin to blur,
But I still hum in how you stir.

I echo soft in mirrored glass,
Where rhythm dips and stories pass.
I don’t rewind, I don’t explain,
Just dance — and never leave a name.

🎵 Say what you say — I move, you freeze,
I'm velvet fire on ocean breeze.
You talk, I sway — I never plead,
I leave behind what bodies need.

🎵 Say what you say — I ride the flow,
I’m in the bass, not what you know.
Don’t slow me down, don’t ask me why,
I kiss the beat — then say goodbye.

You called me something…
But I never looked back.
Names are echoes. I’m the sound.
Now dance.

Say What You Say

Landed late, no guide, no clue,
Kicked my plans — bought shiny shoes.
Gelato melts, I miss the sign,
But somehow, I’m exactly fine.

Dodged a priest, then met a cat,
Told me secrets — just like that.
Steps out loud on ancient stone,
Rome says, “Chill — you’re not alone.”

Vespas hum like synths in heat,
Sidewalk jazz and sandal feet.
I came confused, I stayed amused —
This mess? It fits my beat.

Feeling home in Rome
Heart beats like a broken phone
Pizza thoughts and midnight tone
Dancing weird — but on my own

Laundry sways from house to house,
Someone yells in perfect vowels.
My GPS just spins in place,
But I still find the pasta place.

Hair a mess, espresso high,
I flirt with clouds across the sky.
The Pope’s not out, but that’s alright —
This city still gave me a night.

No big love, no grand parade,
Just postcards that I never made.
But in this glitch, I found my vibe —
The wrongs that feel just right.

Feeling home in Rome
Heart beats like a broken phone
Pizza thoughts and midnight tone
Dancing weird — but on my own

I don’t need a wish or prayer,
I found myself in streetlamp glare.
No story neat, no ending known —
Just boots and beats, and cobblestone.

Feeling home in Rome…
Not lost. Just grown.

Feeling Home in Rome

Paper crown and a half-baked plan,
Lost my shoes in a no-name van.
Missed the beat, forgot my line —
But the sky still calls me fine.

Plastic cup with a mango twist,
Scribbled fate on a tourist list.
Karma smirked, but I just grinned —
Blew a kiss into the wind.

🎶 No no no, don’t overthink —
I move like waves and spill my drink.
No no no, no need to save —
I shake it off and ride the wave.
🎶 Life tastes like peach rosé,
Oops — forgot what I meant to say.
One more step, one more sway,
We glow tonight — then float away.

Sent a wink to a disco moon,
Didn’t answer — played a tune.
Heartbeat soft in satin heat,
I melt but stay on my two feet.

Coconut thoughts and tangled air,
Wi-Fi lost, but I don’t care.
No map, no plan, no lane —
But I groove through every flame.

🎶 No no no, don’t overthink…
Spin that dream and let it sink.
No no no, I won’t behave —
I kiss the night and ride the wave.

Glow with me in slow replay,
Forget the rules, just disobey.
Eyes on stars, feet on beat —
We dance like time forgot to speak.

🎶 Sippin’ rhythm, taste the light,
Spill my soul in neon night.
No goodbye, no need to stay —
Just one more dance… then Piña Bay.

Glowing

You're pure drama, like an ad campaign,
Citrus glare and lipstick flame.
Tried to calm you with a happy tea,
You just texted “meh” — emoji freeze. 😒

I came in mango-smooth disguise,
You? Chaos with a unicorn's eyes.
I bent like yoga, searched your code,
But your heart? Still in sleep mode.

Flat like cola with no spark —
I moonwalk out, I leave my mark.

🎵 Chill Controla — I dance outta loops,
You're thunderstorm, I blow bubbles in groups.
No drama, mama — I build my escape,
With bass in my blood and the sun on my face.

Chill Controla — don’t need your series,
You're flipping out — I paint giraffe theories.
I'm not the hero in your show,
I turn me up and let you go.

Tried to be your GPS —
But you prefer a chaos quest.
Cactus love won’t melt with heat,
I stay smooth — you stay repeat.

I wear my "no" like it’s haute couture,
I dance alone — my joy is pure.
Your meltdown? Not on my shift.
I sip mojitos, let you drift.

No fixer, no glue, no emotional hack,
Not your band-aid or your panic snack.
You spin in circles — I spin the beat,
You chase control — I chase my feet.

🎵 Chill Controla — I vibe in banana style,
You're a tsunami — I splash with a smile.
Pineapple eyes, lookin’ ahead,
I don’t control you — I groove instead.

🎵 Chill Controla — mellow and bold,
Your tempests fade while my glitter rolls.
You go high, I go low —
Turn my chill up, let the nonsense go.

Chill Controla (Dance)

Woke up bold, said “Who am I?”
Mirror said “You’re that office guy.”
Paper clips and coffee breath,
Existence filed under “pending death.”

Tried to vibe, but the floor was tile,
Stamped my dreams in triplicate file.
Boss is a beetle, desk won’t end —
Still I groove like it’s all pretend.

Name tag’s wrong, I dance along,
Elevator music turned funky strong.
They said “you’re lost,” I said “I’m free!”
To boogie through this mystery.

🎵 Know me? Bureaucracy!
I got moves in the ministry.
Punch in truth, fax out pain —
Dance it out in the system’s chain.
🎵 Know me? Irony!
Filed my soul in sector B.
Kafka called — said “just be weird,”
So I moonwalk through my fear.

Tried to speak, my tongue said “Halt.”
HR dreams, but I'm the cult.
I photocopy my third eye,
Stapled it to a cubist sky.

Lunch break now, it’s soup and fate,
My shadow’s late — we still gyrate.
If meaning’s gone, that’s fine with me —
I groove in post-identity.

“You’ve been randomly selected… to dance.”
“Your existential request is… processing.”

🎵 Know me? Bureaucracy!
Discoed through my own decree.
File that smile under ‘why not B?’
And boogie through absurdity.
🎵 Know me? Finally!
I'm the glitch in policy.
Truth’s a form with no ID —
But I stamp it loud with my funky beat.

🎵 Know me, know me, know me not...
Still I pop-lock in the parking lot.
Who I am? That’s up to me —
I dance with doubt in 4/4 glee.

Know Me? Bureaucracy!

You call me drama — I call you divine,
In a telenovela with zero storyline.
You bring the spark, I bring confusion,
Together we dance... into delusion.

TikTok fights in paradise air,
Filters hide how much we care.
Your eyes say “run,” your lips say “stay,”
We loop that line in cliché grey.

Mmm... no facts, just flair,
Two lost stars in selfie glare.
Today I ghost, tomorrow you,
And karma’s DJing with no clue.

🎵 Here we go again — in the blame game!
Spinning like gin in a hurricane.
I point, you pout, we glitch, we flame —
No winners, just memes in a shameframe.
Boom!
Here we go again — blame game 2.0!
Dub in my chest, DnB in my flow.
Swipe that fight — we love the pain,
Loop the kiss, rewind the blame. 🎵

You booked a flight, I missed the gate,
But somehow we still share the fate.
You brought the storm, I packed the beach,
We order chaos — with mango quiche.

We talk in riddles, sweat and cream,
Lip-sync life in a hotel dream.
Two truths, no plan, one room, one bed —
Guess who blamed me last night instead?

Heartbeat skank in a soft slow haze,
Arguments twist in ultraviolet rays.
We break, we fake, we shift, we slide,
Still vibin’ under tropic tide...

🎵 Here we go again — in the blame game!
Flip that switch, forget the name.
Who did what? Don’t care, just move —
We're synced in sin, locked in groove.
Here we go again — same old flame,
But tonight I dance, I dodge the shame.
You throw the line, I change the frame —
Mmm... still hot in the blame game. 🎵

“Let’s not fix it — let’s remix it.”
“Who’s wrong?”
“…Wrong question, baby.”
“Here we go again.”

Blame Game (Dance Version)

Saw her spin near the reef café,
Flash of tail — I lost my way.
She blinked twice, the ocean froze,
She said, "You vibin’? Let's see how it goes."

Bubble beat, sonar snap,
Love hit quick like a thunderclap.
Currents tangled, bass got tight,
Two whale freaks in disco light.

🎵 Whale hearts dive deep tonight,
Boom in the tide, neon delight.
Belly-to-belly in the moonlit zone,
Undersea love with a metronome.
🎵 Yeah we bloom where the shipwrecks glow,
Throb like bass in the undertow.
I said “your eyes glitch time just right,”
She said “buy the krill, you earn the night.” 🐋

Paid in krill, tipped the band,
100 shrimp shots, fin in hand.
Reef went wild, the beats got thick,
Her laugh? A drop — smooth and slick.

Glowfish danced, the crowd went nuts,
We shook that sea — no ifs or buts.
I spun her slow in a coral trance,
She whispered, “This ain’t chance — it’s dance.”

Now we glide where the light gets low,
Pulse in sync with the undertow.
Love ain't air — it’s groove, it’s glide,
Tails entangled, side by side.

🎵 Whale hearts dive deep tonight,
Spin through waves in chromo light.
Lip to lip in the current zone,
We beat like drums on the ocean phone.
🎵 Oh, we bloom where the silence pops,
Love’s a drop that never stops.
Making moves in a kelp cocoon,
Bassline lovers beneath the moon.

She said: “What if we fade like tide?”
I said: “Then let’s crash one last ride.”
Baby bump in a sonar dream,
Future fins in the laser beam.

🎵 Whale hearts dive deep tonight,
Glow in groove, out of sight.
Mackerel mash in a beat stampede,
Two whales high on rhythm and need.
🎵 Yeah, we bloom in a riptide dance,
Big blue love in a liquid trance.
We don’t float — we funk and swim,
Ocean’s pulse and a krill-paid whim.

Whale Hearts

You feel that?
Yeah... tonight, we let go.

Spotlights flicker on your face,
Heartbeat racing, feel the bass.
You said “just one drink,”
Now we’re here, on the brink.

No plans, no past, just sound,
We’re floating where we won’t be found.
Every step, every stare —
Feels like freedom’s in the air.

You look at me —
Like I’m the beat you’ve waited for.
So take the lead —
Let’s forget what came before.

🎵 I wanna lose myself tonight,
In your rhythm, in your light.
Hands up high, no need to fight —
We got one chance, let’s do it right. 🎵

🎵 I wanna lose myself tonight,
Under strobes, we feel so right.
This is heaven, this is flight —
We got the fire, we own the night. 🎵

Your perfume still in the air,
Dancing like you just don’t care.
City sleeps, but we ignite —
You and me till morning light.

You pull me close —
Like there’s no world outside the sound.
No time to pose —
Just let this beat keep spinning round.

🎵 I wanna lose myself tonight,
In your rhythm, in your light.
Hands up high, no need to fight —
We got one chance, let’s do it right. 🎵

🎵 I wanna lose myself tonight,
Under strobes, we feel so right.
This is heaven, this is flight —
We got the fire, we own the night. 🎵

🎶 Lose myself... lose myself... lose...
(Feel alive… feel alive…) 🎶

🎵 I wanna lose myself tonight... 🎵
(repeats over beat drop)
(crowd effect + clap loop build)
🎵 We got the fire, we own the night! 🎵

Lose Myself Tonight

This song is my little time machine.
I traveled back to that 1950s doo-wop sweetness — when wishes felt simple, when we dreamed big just to stay alive.
But I didn’t want to just wish.
I wanted to remind you: dreams are seeds.
And seeds need sleep, soil, patience, and trust.

⸻

When you hear this —
I hope you feel playful again.
I hope you remember you don’t have to chase every single thing wide awake — sometimes the best magic happens when you’re still enough to let the Sandman visit.
Rest is sacred. Vision is real.
Your dreams are not lost — they’re just waiting to be watered.

⸻

Let this song be your gentle nudge:
✨ Rest is not weakness — it’s your promise to wake up ready.
✨ You’re allowed to plant your wishes deep — and dance while they grow.
✨ And every time you close your eyes and trust your roots — you’re living the vow: I dream, I grow, I rise.

⸻

So, next time this hook hums in your head —
“Mr. Sandman, dream me awake…”
Remember you are worthy of the dream and the harvest.
No hush, no fear — just you, the night sky, and the seeds you’ve yet to bloom. 🌿✨

🌙✨ With roots deep, light wide, and your dreams blooming exactly when they’re meant to —

Keep shining,
Sunni

Mr. Sandman (Dream Me Awake)

Mr. Sandman

Cleo Antaeus is an independent songwriter, singer, and producer based in Honolulu, Hawaiʻi, whose music drifts between cinematic pop, soulful indie, bossa nova flips, and raw, sync-ready confessions that feel like secrets whispered at 2 a.m.

In just seven months, Cleo has written over 160 original songs, each one shaped by their poetic storytelling and fearless experimentation. Since April alone, their self-released tracks have pulled in 25,000+ organic streams worldwide, with multiple songs crossing 1K–2K+ plays on SoundCloud — proof that Cleo’s garden is alive and echoing.

At the heart of this work are Cleo’s alter artists, Nova Rue and Sunni — soulful, cinematic branches of their voice that bring each story to life in new shades and textures.

Cleo’s songs are 100% original, self-owned, fully cleared, and crafted for TV, film, and brand syncs — perfect for supervisors, artists, and listeners seeking music with real depth and a timeless global soul.

Good songs rise — and so do I.

Genres: Cinematic Pop, Indie Folk, Neo-Soul, R&B, Bossa Nova, Alt-Pop
Based: Honolulu, Hawaiʻi
Sync/Publishing/Collabs: cleonytus@gmail.com

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