notonmyprime

notonmypime

The perfect closer: smooth, chill, and care-free — a reminder to let go, live free, and enjoy the moment.

No Drugs Given

Ever wanted to feel nothing — but with style? Welcome to the Vienna Airport Hotel, where dreams check out faster than your flight, fog has a personality, and Michelle… well, Michelle’s gone. 🛫☁️

This chillwave × dub lullaby captures that glorious middle zone of existence between “missed your flight” and “don’t care anymore.” It’s a soundtrack for all who’ve ever paid €189 to stare at industrial fog while the minibar judges them silently.

🎧 Expect slow vapor beats, echoing lobby hallways, and the emotional temperature of an unbuttered croissant. Perfect for:

People whose flight got delayed until next century

Anyone too tired to feel heartbreak

Those who whisper “let’s check in…” before existential crises

So go on — dim the lights, wrap yourself in a complimentary towel, and surrender to the strange peace of Vienna Airport Hotel.
No dreams. No desire. No Michelle. Just vibes.

Lyrics:

Cold wind at the terminal gate,
Fog so thick I can’t see my fate,
My plane’s delayed, my heart as well —
So I whisper softly to myself:

Let’s check in...
Let’s check into Vienna Airport Hotel —
Let’s check in...
No dreams, no desire, no Michelle.
Let’s check in...
Let’s check into Vienna Airport Hotel —
Let’s check in...
Ain’t no story anyone would tell.

Someone dropped me off, didn’t even say goodbye,
Grey clouds hang low, planes don’t fly.
Automatic doors sigh like tired souls,
A man at reception takes my goals.

He asks, “Window view?” — I laugh inside,
What view? Just fog on the other side.
No romance, no champagne spell —
Just silence in the Vienna Airport Hotel.

Let’s check in...
Let’s check into Vienna Airport Hotel —
Let’s check in...
No dreams, no desire, no Michelle.
Let’s check in...
Let’s check into Vienna Airport Hotel —
Let’s check in...
Ain’t no story anyone would tell.

Wake up coughing, sore throat’s my prize,
Curtains closed, no morning skies.
No coffee joy, just airport air,
Dreams delayed — but I don’t care.

I’m not home, I’m not gone,
Half asleep between dusk and dawn.
Still I smile, and I can tell —
It’s strange peace at the Vienna Airport Hotel.

Let’s check in...
Let’s check into Vienna Airport Hotel —
Let’s check in...
No dreams, no desire, no Michelle.
Let’s check in...
Let’s check into Vienna Airport Hotel —
Let’s check in...
Yeah, tonight, I’m under its spell.

Fog outside, silence inside,
Somewhere a jet engine tries to hide.
And I think — maybe it’s well...
To be nowhere,
In Vienna Airport Hotel.

Vienna Airport Hotel

Ah yes — the classic “existential drizzle on the Autobahn” vibe 🌧️🚗💭.

This track is what happens when you overthink your life somewhere between St. Pölten and nowhere, your wipers performing a modern dance to the rhythm of regret, and your last coffee from a grey motel café starts tasting like your ex’s voicemail. ☕📞

“Living the Moment” is that chillwave fever dream where the only GPS is your feelings, the only traffic jam is in your brain, and the only passenger is your inner poet wearing sunglasses indoors. 😎

Perfect for:

Driving west while questioning your entire existence

Pretending your fogged-up window is a cinematic metaphor

Nodding slowly like a philosopher in an Opel Corsa

🎧 Play it loud enough so the raindrops keep rhythm.
And if you hear voices — that’s just the radio guy promising a “brighter dawn.”
Yeah, sure buddy.

Lyrics:

I’m driving west this morning,
Cold rain falls on the road,
Vienna fades behind me slow,
Salzburg waits in the unknown.
The coffee steam still lingers,
From that grey motel café,
The radio hums a velvet song,
And I just drift away.

Living the moment on my wheels,
The world keeps turning under steel,
Raindrops drum their little deals,
Living the moment, on my wheels. 

Fog wraps the fields in silver,
The signs all blur to blue,
A thousand puddles mirror
The sky that I once knew.
My mind is soft and quiet,
The wipers mark the beat,
Half driving, half just floating,
Through rivers on concrete.

Living the moment on my wheels,
No destination, just how it feels,
Raindrops write their secret reels,
Living the moment, on my wheels. 

The motorway’s a mirror,
And every car’s a thought,
We move, we slow, we scatter —
All chasing what we’ve lost.
The radio man keeps talking,
About some brighter dawn,
But I just keep on gliding
Through November’s song.

Living the moment on my wheels,
The road is long but my heart heals,
Rain like music, soft and real,
Living the moment, on my wheels.

Living the Moment

Smooth original instrumental blending soul groove with melodic electric guitar licks.

life is better together

💦 “10CC” 💦
Slow drip. Heavy pressure.
Smooth, sensual, and addictive — like the taste of something you shouldn’t want but can’t walk away from.
Dim lights, soft touch, deep breath… let the rhythm take over.

🎧 Stream here:
👉🏽 https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/jennyfuego/uptown-heat-ros-gold-reloaded

10CC

Ever accidentally set your life on fire emotionally and thought, “yeah, this is fine”? That’s basically this track. It’s chillwave therapy for people who confuse personal growth with spontaneous combustion.

“Reborn in the Fire” is what happens when your feelings attend a sauna, light a few candles, and then burn your entire emotional IKEA furniture down. It’s steamy, cinematic, and one matchstick away from enlightenment.

Whether you’ve just texted your ex “hey” at 2 a.m. or stared too long into a candle whispering “same,” this song’s for you. Let the synths smolder, the bass simmer, and remember — it’s not heartbreak, it’s heat management.

🪞💔🔥 Get cozy, get crispy, get chillwavy.

Lyrics:

You are like some kind of sacred flame,
Whispering my forgotten name.
Every touch ignites the sky,
And I surrender, I don’t ask why.
In your light, I lose my form,
A spark remade inside the storm.

Reborn in the fire, I fall and rise again,
Ashes in desire, you burn beneath my skin.
Every time I break, you call me higher,
Reborn, reborn in the fire.

The smoke curls slow, the night turns red,
I hear your voice inside my head.
I’ve lost myself, but I don’t care,
Your heat consumes the empty air.
I’m undone, yet I begin,
A softer soul beneath the sin.

Reborn in the fire, I fall and rise again,
Ashes in desire, you burn beneath my skin.
Every time I break, you call me higher,
Reborn, reborn in the fire.

And when the embers fade to gray,
I’ll still return, I’ll find a way.
For in your blaze, I cease to fear —
Destruction feels like truth sincere.

Reborn in the fire, I fall and rise again,
Ashes in desire, you burn beneath my skin.
Every time I break, you call me higher,
Reborn, reborn in the fire.

Reborn

Take it off

“Touch Therapy” by Blaq is a smooth, soulful R&B slow jam that captures the power of rhythm, emotion, and connection.
This isn’t just music — it’s an experience that speaks through touch, sound, and feeling.

Blaq blends warm melodies, hypnotic bass, and intimate lyrics to create a cinematic sound made for late nights, dim lights, and deep thoughts.
It’s not about the rush — it’s about the rhythm that heals and connects.

Produced & Performed by: Blaq
Genre: R&B / Neo-Soul
Mood: Romantic • Smooth • Intimate
Vibe: Candlelight • Ocean Waves • Late-Night Soul

Touch Therapy

You ever fall in love with someone who only exists between 2:00 a.m. and your favorite reverb plugin? Yeah, same.

Ladies and gentlemen… what you’re about to hear is not just music — it’s an electronic holiday for your emotions! 🌴

A rhythm so smooth, even my record player started to unbutton its collar and said,
“Let’s just float tonight.”

There’s a dub humming in the corner, a chillwave drifting through the curtains —
and suddenly you think,
“Wait… did I just fall in love with a reverb tail?”

The bass?
Like a freshly ironed beach towel.
The melody?
So soft it probably spent two weeks at a spa in southern Austria.
And that groove?
Dances like it had one too many gin tonics with Falco last night. 🍸

This track fits any occasion:
Breakfast in silk pajamas, romantic disappointment in low lighting, or the quiet realization that your life is just one long fade-out with style.

So go on — press play.
If, halfway through, you feel yourself floating gently through Wi-Fi into a pastel-colored sunset —
then, my friends, the music works. 🎶

Lyrics:

Ocean air and city lights,
you appear, then fade from sight.
Every word just slips away,
like summer rain at end of day.

You smile — and I forget the time,
we drift in sync but out of line.
No heavy thoughts, no grand appeal,
just soft confusion — when you’re real.

When you’re real, the rhythm slows,
I lose the ground, the feeling flows.
Like a samba in the heat,
half retreat and half heartbeat.
When you’re real, I disappear,
still I wish that you were near.
Dancing shadows, shifting hue —
I’m still somewhere close to you.

We never learn, we never plan,
I reach for air, you take my hand.
You say it’s fine, it’s just a phase,
but night keeps stealing all our days.

So let it hum, so let it be,
the sound of you, the sound of me.
The world spins slow, the colors steal,
I fade to rhythm — when you’re real.

When you’re real, the rhythm slows,
I lose the ground, the feeling flows.
Like a samba in the heat,
half retreat and half heartbeat.
When you’re real, I disappear,
still I wish that you were near.
Dancing shadows, shifting hue —
I’m still somewhere close to you.

Low tide, soft light,
touch me in a dream tonight.
Say no more, just breathe and feel —
I’m alive when you’re real.

When you’re real… I disappear.
When you’re real… I disappear.
Just a spark in the blue,
still dancing with you.

When You’re Real

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Love everyone that listen to my song I will drop more just keep listening to it hope you feel better with music

Jenny Fuego is more than an artist — she’s a movement of fire, femininity, and fearlessness.
Blending luxury trap, reggaetón, and Latin pop, Jenny brings the heat of the streets and the elegance of high fashion into one unstoppable sound.

From the uptown blocks to international stages, her voice carries stories of power, self-worth, and glow-up energy. Every bar, every beat, every look — pure rosé-gold ambition.

Blaq is The Voice of the Underground. His music hits where life gets real — love, pain, growth, and truth. A storyteller mixing R&B soul with Hip-Hop grit. 🎙️
🎵 Silent I Got You | Generation | Turntables | Y’all Outside I’m Cool
#RealMusic #Blaq #TheVoiceOfTheUnderground #RnB #HipHop #Storyteller #IndependentArtist

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Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Adam Nuckels was born in Pittsburgh, PA. Nuckels makes an enduring impression on the Rock and Alternative Rock genres with  a distinctive fusion of moving ballads and upbeat songs. He's a force to be reckoned with, whether he's belting out a passionate ballad or giving an exciting performance on stage.

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