🔥 SABRINA – The Forbidden Fever 🔥
(Chillwave · Italian Soul · Fever Dreams)

Mama warned me. 🧿
She said: “Ragazzo… don’t play with fire!”
But what do you do when the fire wears red lipstick, smells like danger, and whispers your name at 2:17 AM on a neon-soaked dance floor? 🌙✨

This track is a slow-burn fever — silky chillwave synths, Italian soul vocals, and a groove that slides under your skin like forbidden summer nights.
Sabrina isn’t just a name. It’s a lifestyle. A problem. A religion. 🔥

🎧 Best enjoyed with:
– Flickering city lights outside your window
– An unbuttoned linen shirt
– A glass of dangerously sweet wine
– The quiet fear of Mama finding out

💔 Side effects may include:
✓ Sudden sweating
✓ Uncontrollable na-na-na-ing
✓ Googling “how to survive dangerous delights”

Press play. Let Sabrina burn you slowly.

Lyrics:

Mama said… ragazzo, don’t play with fire…
But fire never danced so sweet…

Fire in her eyes, fever in the air
Body like a rhythm, danger everywhere
Mama tried to warn me, “don’t you cross that line”
But Sabrina’s touch is sweeter than the wine

Heat rising — higher, higher
Every move — desire, desire
Fingers burning, lips on flame
Still I whisper out her name

Sabrina (na-na-na) — queen of the night
Sabrina (mmm-hmm) — dangerous delight
Sabrina (oh-oh-oh) — poison and fire
Sabrina (na-na-na) — take me higher, higher, higher

Body on the floor, shadows start to bend
Every beat she gives me, drives me to the end
Mama said, “Ragazzo, she will make you fall”
But the rhythm of Sabrina — owns it all

Heat rising — higher, higher
Every move — desire, desire
Fingers burning, lips on flame
Still I whisper out her name

“Mmm… la-la… Sabrina…”
Mama, forgive me…
This fire, I cannot escape.

Sabrina (na-na-na) — queen of the night
Sabrina (mmm-hmm) — dangerous delight
Sabrina (oh-oh-oh) — poison and fire
Sabrina (na-na-na) — take me higher, higher, higher

Sabrina

🌊 Barcode Babes — Chillwave Vibes 🛒✨

Ever fallen in love… in the frozen aisle? ❄️
Neon lights hum above, soft smiles glide by, and suddenly that beep-beep at the checkout hits harder than the bassline.
One cucumber glass in your hand, one rice packet in the cart —
…and somehow, you’re three heartbeats deep into a barcode fever dream.

This track drifts between lazy summer grooves and fluorescent fantasies:
🌴 Chillwave textures smooth as polished floors
💫 Warm synths melting like ice cream under strip lights
🎤 Velvety vocals floating through supermarket air
✨ A hypnotic vibe where every beep feels like destiny

Put on your headphones, close your eyes, and let the neon wash over you.
Slow aisles, soft beats, barcodes… and maybe love on sale. 🛍️💙

Lyrics:

Mmm… yeah…
Sliding through the aisles, neon lights, soft smiles…
Beep… beep… barcode dreams…

Step inside, automatic doors,
Heaven on earth, on polished floors.
Frozen aisle, melting glance,
One look, one vibe, one chance.

Deep blue eyes, magnetic plays,
Every step’s a little sideways craze.
Cucumber glasses, rice in my hand,
But her whisper’s something I don’t understand…

Shelf by shelf, I’m losing control,
Basket’s full, but she’s stealing my soul…

Barcode babes! — scanning my heart,
Barcode babes! — tearing me apart,
Beep… beep… baby, I’m under your spell,
Price check, love check, ring me up, oh well!

Fish in the can, but she’s the catch,
Perfect curves in every batch.
Cart collides, electric spin,
“Can I help you?” — I’m giving in.

Smirky smiles, her lips half-closed,
Flirt on repeat — overdose.
One glance, two thoughts, three beats skipped,
Feels like heaven on a paper slip.

Shelf by shelf, I’m losing control,
Basket’s full, but she’s stealing my soul…

Barcode babes! — scanning my heart,
Barcode babes! — tearing me apart,
Beep… beep… baby, I’m under your spell,
Price check, love check, ring me up, oh well!

Sky-high shelves, fluorescent haze,
Walking on clouds in this checkout maze.
Every beep’s a promise, every smile’s a sign,
Baby, your barcode’s crossing mine…

Barcode babes! — scanning my heart,
Barcode babes! — right from the start,
Beep… beep… baby, I’m losing control,
One swipe, two hearts, three… two… sold!

Barcode Babes (Chillwave Version)

Messy, flawed, rough 'round the edges; everyone's gotta start somewhere.
Here's mine.

Looking Back

The Lo Leen Cafe

Verse 1
Highways painted in electric blue,
Rearview mirror still reflects you.
Static clouds on the radio stream,
I drive alone through a pixel dream.

Pre-Chorus
Every skyline bends into your name,
Every signal feels the same.

Chorus
Glass skies shatter over me,
Fragments falling endlessly.
I chase the neon just to hide,
Behind the glass skies where we collide.

Verse 2
Billboards whisper in fluorescent haze,
Your silhouette repeats for days.
Wires hum like memories in disguise,
I drown my sorrow in the glass skies.

Bridge
Mirrorball moons above my head,
Glitching stars repeat what you said.
I keep my secrets in the chrome,
Under glass skies I’m never home.

Chorus
Glass skies shatter over me,
Fragments falling endlessly.
I chase the neon just to hide,
Behind the glass skies where we collide.

Glass Skies

🥥✨ Ever heard of the Mongongo nut? Of course not. That’s why it’s the hottest superfood you didn’t know you needed. Forget kale. Forget chia. Forget your cousin’s avocado toast empire. This is Botswana’s finest export: a crunchy vibe for your gut, a mystical bounce for your butt, and the perfect excuse to post another yoga-mat selfie with a hashtag no one else understands.

This track is chillwave wrapped in sarcasm, sprinkled with wellness-influencer energy, and blended like a $20 smoothie you’ll regret but still reorder. It’s for anyone who ever believed “organic dust” was a lifestyle, or that eating a nut could change your aura.

So light some overpriced incense, adjust your leggings, sip your beetroot latte, and clap along. The Mongongo is calling. And yes… it’s trending. 🌍💚

Lyrics:

Superfood queen on your Instagram,  
Hashtag healthy — green eggs and spam.  
Juice it, blend it, call it divine,  
Pay 20 bucks for a wellness line.  

Doctor said, “don’t eat piranha,”  
So you booked a trip straight to Botswana.  
Airport snacks, you skipped banana,  
Now you flex that nut — pure Nirvana.  

Not in Paris — not in Congo,  
Go to Botswana and get your Mongongo!  
Nut for your gut, vibe for your butt,  
Clap your hands, give it a shot!  

Yoga mat, fake Namaste,  
Nut in a bowl, you’ll post all day.  
Save the world with your shopping cart,  
Organic label — you’re so smart.  

Mongongo nut, you’re the trend we trust,  
Fair-trade dust in a protein crust.  
Botswana gold, banana lie,  
Eat the hype and kiss your cash goodbye.  

Not in Paris — not in Congo,  
Go to Botswana and get your Mongongo!  
Nut for your gut, vibe for your butt,  
Clap your hands, give it a shot!  

Mongongo nut, mongongo nut,  
Save your soul, but first your butt.  
Mongongo nut, mongongo nut,  
Sarcasm served in a coconut.

Mongongo

Welcome to the Ministry of Touch — a government office where love has to wait in line, kisses need carbon copies, and romance is strictly by appointment only.

This track is chillwave bureaucracy:
✨ synths as fluorescent as office lights,
✨ beats as mechanical as a stamp machine,
✨ and longing that’s been filed in triplicate under “Affection Denied.”

Imagine Kafka moonlighting as a nightclub clerk, or your typewriter secretly yearning for skin. That’s the vibe.

So clock in, pull a lever, and let the Kiss Operator process your feelings. Don’t forget Form C — without it, you’ll never dance.

Lyrics:

I punch my card at the Ministry of Touch,
Fluorescent lights, the rules too much.
Every sigh must be signed in blue,
Every kiss must be numbered too.

Stacks of files marked “Affection Denied,”
Love in triplicate, stapled inside.
A window clerk asks, “Do you have form C?”
Without it, darling, you’ll never kiss me.

I’m the kiss operator,
Stuck inside this state machine.
Stamps and seals for every feeling,
Nothing’s ever what it seems.
Conveyor belts of silent yearning,
Levers pulled but hearts don’t move.
I’m the kiss operator,
Processing a love I can’t approve.

The phones all ring but no one replies,
The air tastes dry, fluorescent lies.
A shadow writes minutes of my desire,
Ink-smudged lips in a filing fire.

The supervisor coughs: “No passion today.”
He locks the drawer, he hides the way.
But even the typewriter dreams of skin,
Letters falling where kisses should’ve been.

I’m the kiss operator,
Stuck inside this state machine.
Stamps and seals for every feeling,
Nothing’s ever what it seems.
Conveyor belts of silent yearning,
Levers pulled but hearts don’t move.
I’m the kiss operator,
Processing a love I can’t approve.

Pages flutter like wings of shame,
The system erases your tender name.
But in the margins, scribbled small,
A secret kiss escapes it all.

I clock out late, the corridors hum,
No lips to count, no love to come.
The keys all rust, the papers fade,
But the kiss operator
stays on parade.

Kiss Operator

First Frontier

Some tracks are beats. Some tracks are stories.

This one feels like stepping into a forest that remembers you better than people do.

A single step under her canopy and the whole world drops into slow-motion.
Air barely moving.
Branches murmuring like they’re tired of holding secrets.
And there she is — the forest fairy — drifting between shadows as if the dusk itself loaned her its spine.

This chillwave–dub dream doesn’t just play…
it breathes.
Every synth is a branch bending, every delay-tail a soft footstep on moss, every bass pulse a hand resting gently on your racing heart telling it: “Shh. It’s okay. You’re allowed to soften now.”

He walks deeper.
The path twists like memory, the light turns green, and every root feels like a question he wasn’t ready to ask.
But she moves as if she always knew he’d come —
like some forests wait decades for one particular human.

Her laugh is the smallest echo,
but it hits like a childhood you forgot you lost.
A squirrel bows, a fox pretends it didn’t see you —
even the wildlife is in on the myth.

And when she whispers “slow down…”
your phone goes dead,
your thoughts go quiet,
your armor melts a little,
and suddenly the world stops demanding so much from you.

By the time her shadow bends reality — as if she’s editing the ending of the forest itself —
you already know you won’t leave the same way you entered.

This song is for anyone who ever fell for something unreal.
For anyone who felt seen by someone who wasn’t supposed to exist.
For anyone who wandered 24 hours through a feeling just to understand:
some magic is meant to touch you, not stay.

Lyrics:

First time in her forest shade…
Just me… and everything she made.
The air barely moves, yet the branches speak,
And my mind grows quiet, calm, and weak.

Behind the moss, a laugh so small,
A tiny echo against the tall.
The path grows crooked, the light turns green,
Leaves hide secrets I’ve never seen.

Every root feels like a riddle she planned,
Every pine needle whispers, “Take his hand…”
Her shadow dances where no wind blows,
And somehow she always… always knows.

Faaairy Fairy… Faaairy Fairy…
She slips through the dusk with impossible grace.
Faaairy Fairy… Faaairy Fairy…
I lose my logic when I glimpse her face.

There’s a clearing warm like a quiet thought,
A place she visits when the world feels fraught.
She hums in a language older than pain,
And pulls the hurry out of my brain.

A squirrel bows like it’s royalty,
A fox pretends he didn’t see me.
My phone goes silent — no signal, no clue —
Except her voice saying, “Slow down… you.”

Her eyes are lanterns under the bark,
Her laughter glows even after dark.
She takes one step — reality bends,
Like she rearranges how the forest ends.

Faaairy Fairy… Faaairy Fairy…
She walks like a thought I forgot to think.
Faaairy Fairy… Faaairy Fairy…
My heartbeat stumbles the moment we link.

If I follow her into the deeper green,
Will I return the same as I’ve been?
She says nothing — just smiles through the trees,
And suddenly breathing feels like ease.

24 hours of wandering bliss…
Thanks for the sign…
Forest kiss.

The Forest Fairy

Your heart is made of glass, but damn it shines  
Reflecting neon in fragile lines  
I touch you soft to read the signs  
Of everything you leave behind  

We sway slowly in a dim-lit room  
Your breath a whisper in gentle bloom  
A quiet rhythm in the gloom  
A dance that grows from empty womb  

Glassheart groove, you move like wind  
A melody aching to begin  
A song too fragile to let in  
But still I fall again and again  

You laugh and cracks begin to glow  
Light escaping soft and slow  
A broken beauty in the flow  
A truth only your scars can show  

So let the music carry us high  
Where broken hearts forget to cry  
Where glass can cut or multiply  
But still reflect the brightest sky  


GLASSHEART GROOVE

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