P-P-P

P-P-P (Vol. 4)

Mood & Theme: Sensual, intimate, romantic, confident, playful, hypnotic.

 Ideal For: Late-night listening, romantic vibes, intimate moments, or Afropop/R&B-inspired playlists.

Pulses is a sensual, intimate exploration of desire and connection. Through playful metaphors and rhythmic precision, the song maps the journey of passion — from tender caresses to the heat of physical closeness — while honouring the vulnerability and trust between lovers. With hypnotic hooks and a smooth melodic flow, Logistics blends raw emotion and sophisticated sensuality, making every listen an immersive experience.

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Original Lyrics by Aime Pandi Bapaga, 12/10/2025 - YYMG

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Title: Pulses (Logistics)

 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Oh yes, oh yeah…

 Bebe, dial nine-one-one, call the fire brigade,
 The roof’s on fire from your sweet parade.
 Your body’s smokin’, mine’s inflamed,
 From endless hours where we lose our names.

 Oh, the pleasure and the bliss,
 Gotta readjust my gist,
 To the logistics of your body curves,
 All your swerves and turns, yeah.

 From your head to your toes, I trace the lines,
 Pipelines and channels that redefine,
 Every motion guides me to your core,
 Encore, encore — I come back for more.

 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Oh yes, oh yeah…

 Divine sensation under my touch,
 Your skin ignites, it’s almost too much.
 Pull me from cold, wrap me in heat,
 With tenderness, sweetness, our pulses meet.

 Handing me keys,
 To your tender heart.
 No walls, no guards,
 Just love in the dark.

 Oh, the pleasure and the bliss,
 Gotta readjust my gist,
 To the logistics of your body curves,
 All your swerves and turns, yeah.

 From your head to your toes, I trace the lines,
 Pipelines and channels that redefine,
 Every motion guides me to your core,
 Encore, encore — I come back for more.

 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Ooh ooh ooh,
 Oh yes, oh yeah…

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah huh-huh,
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah huh-huh,
 All day, all night, you’re mine,
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah huh-huh.

Pulses (Vol. 3)

Pulses

Pulses (Vol. 1)

Pulses (Vol. 2)

"They Come and Go" is a cold, hard look at the mythology of the street. This track isn't a glorification—it's a ruthless dissection of the 'wanna-be' gangster who trades life for a fleeting moment of clout. The philosophy here is simple: there is no glamour in the cycle. We pit the theatrical ambition of the "petty gangster" against the brutal, long-term reality of prison time, addiction, and heartbreak.

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Original Lyrics by Aime Pandi Bapaga

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Title: They Come and Go

 (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
 They all wanna be gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
 Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, (Uh!) Yeah-yeah-yeah
 Petty gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
 Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, (Ha!) Yeah-yeah-yeah
 Wanna be gangsters, gangsters, gangsters,
 Yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah!)
 But gangsters come and go,
 They come and go (They come and go, uh-huh).

 Being a gangster ain’t easy, you gotta be born ready, (Ready!)
 Like a Capricorn, ruthless; Cancer brutal, Pisces deadly. (Woo!)
 In spirit, mafioso, cutting torso,
 Leaving enemies headless, cold, unconscious, hopeless. (Cold world!)
 Being a gangster brings no redemption, only oppression,
 Devastation to lives you corrode for profit elevation. (Facts!)
 With the devil in your bastion, God’s your last salvation,
 But the pull is like a rift in the current—pure temptation. (Tempted!)
 Twenty-one, already witnessed dozens of burials,
 Twenty-two, serving time, popping a dozen pills. (Huh!)
 Baby-mama selling her soul for a meal, (Yeah, the truth!)
 The cycle repeats (Repeat!), innocence trying to appeal. (Yeah!)
 The street’s a slow guillotine, built to take your head clean,
 Trading your future for a quick buck and a short dream.
 You thought you were the predator? You were bait for the trap,
 Now that concrete cell’s where you finally take your nap. (Rest easy!)

 They all wanna be gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
 Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, (Yeah-yeah-yeah!)
 Petty gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
 Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, (Woo!) Yeah-yeah-yeah
 Wanna be gangsters, gangsters, gangsters,
 Yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah!)
 But gangsters come and go,
 They come and go (They come and go, gone!).

 One minute you’re a kingpin, next—you’re an obituary. (Boom!)
 Posing for a mugshot, not a gallery.
 You rented that muscle car, leased the accessories,
 They clap you—you bleed out in your own territory. (Damn!)
 See the line between a threat and a promise? (Uh!)
 One’s a whisper in the dark, the other’s a fist in your conscience.
 You flash that roll for the ‘Gram, I count bodies and stomach it.
 Talk loyalty? I see the informant in your summit. (Snitch!)
 They crown you The Problem, The Prince, The Man,
 Till the bail runs dry and your right hand turns to sand. (Gone!)
 You trade the suit for cotton tan, jacket with a number brand,
 Your legend’s just chalk lines drawn by the van. (Outline!)
 The biggest lie sold on the block: the money is clean,
 It’s soaked in a mother’s tears and blood in the scene. (Real talk!)
 So keep your petty chains, your temporary throne,
 ‘Cause when winter hits for real, boy, you’re sleeping alone. (Cold nights!)

 They all wanna be gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
 Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, (Yeah-yeah-yeah!)
 Petty gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
 Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, (Ha!) Yeah-yeah-yeah
 Wanna be gangsters, gangsters, gangsters,
 Yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah!)
 But gangsters come and go,
 They come and go (They come and go, gone!).

 Gangsters come and go. (Yeah-yeah-yeah!)
 You thought you were built for the storm?
 You were just a drop of rain. (Just a drop!)
 They come and go. (Gone!)
 Petty gangsters, yeah, they come and go. (They come and go, yeah.)


They Come and Go (Vol. 1)

They Come and Go (Vol. 3)

They Come and Go (Vol. 2)

They Come and Go (Vol. 4)

A haunting anthem of defiance and fate.

“Sera Sera” blends ethereal female vocals from Caeli August with Fabz’s cold harmonics over a brooding, trap-influenced beat. Driven by a pulsing synth bass, sharp snares, and melancholic high-register synth lines, the song captures the energy of resilience in the face of chaos.

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Written by Aime Bapaga

Title: Sera Sera

Blood has been spilt,
 Bones have been broken,
 Que sera,
 Sera.
 When all roads lead to hell,
 I scorch earth,
 What will be,
 Will be.

I am not going down alone, yeah,
 Alone, alone, yeah,
 I am not going down on my own, yeah.
 On my own, my own, yeah.
 Ooh whoo ooh ooh whoo, ooh,
 Whoo ooh, whoo ooh, ooh,
 Ooh whoo ooh ooh whoo, ooh,
 Whoo ooh, whoo ooh, ooh.

 You pushed.
 I learnt. 
 You swung.
 I turned.
 You hit.
 I burned.
 I rise.
 You fall.
 I rise.
 You fall.

Blood has been spilt,
 Bones have been broken,
 Que sera,
 Sera.
 When all roads lead to hell,
 I scorch earth,
 What will be,
 Will be.

I am not going down alone, yeah,
 Alone, alone, yeah,
 I am not going down on my own, yeah.
 On my own, my own, yeah.
 Ooh whoo ooh ooh whoo, ooh,
 Whoo ooh, whoo ooh, ooh,
 Ooh whoo ooh ooh whoo, ooh,
 Whoo ooh, whoo ooh, ooh.

 No fear.
 No doubt.
 You scream.
 I shout.
 Stand up.
 Lights out.
 My turn.
 Your end.
 No break.
 I bend.

 Hit back.
 Stand tall.
 My name.
 I call.
 I win.
 You fall.

Blood has been spilt,
 Bones have been broken,
 Que sera,
 Sera.
 When all roads lead to hell,
 I scorch earth,
 What will be,
 Will be.

I am not going down alone, yeah,
 Alone, alone, yeah,
 I am not going down on my own, yeah.
 On my own, my own, yeah.
 Ooh whoo ooh ooh whoo, ooh,
 Whoo ooh, whoo ooh, ooh,
 Ooh whoo ooh ooh whoo, ooh,
 Whoo ooh, whoo ooh, ooh.

 Still here.
Que sera, sera.
 Still me.
Que sera, sera.
Not going down alone (alone, yeah)
I am not going down alone (I am not, I am not)
Not going down alone, yeah… 
I am not going down alone, yeah…

Sera Sera

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