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Seks, Narkotyki, I Muzyka

es más que una simple canción; es una experiencia sensorial que capta la esencia del deseo y la intimidad. A través de una producción sofisticada, fusiona ritmos seductores con melodías cautivadoras que crean una atmósfera envolvente. Las letras, cargadas de emoción, exploran la conexión entre dos personas, describiendo un anhelo profundo y un momento de vulnerabilidad compartida.

New Power

Te quiero en Mi cama

Te Quiero En Mi Cama

Sweet Lady June

We’ve always loved the emotion in Disarm You — it hits different.
But we wanted to hear it in a new light... something deeper, something groovier.
So we blended it with one of our favorite Afro House tracks, Hate It or Love It by Moojo.
This mashup is what came out — raw, emotional, and dancefloor-ready.

Hope it moves you the way it moved us while making it.
Repost, share, or just vibe.
Much love,
– The Mafias

Kaskade, Moojo-Disarm you Vs Hate it or love it (The Mafias mashup)

🎧 Song Title: Geek ON Fleek
Artist: 4Me2BeFree

I told you this was my life playing out in real-time. These songs… they’re not just tracks. They’re my journal. My truth. Each lyric is a feeling—some from the past, some still unfolding—but all of them have a place on these walls.

From the walls that crumbled to the gardens that grew in their place, every piece is part of me… or who I used to be.

This song is a throwback in sound, but not in story. The story is very much alive.

So it would be wrong of me not to quietly, respectfully acknowledge the man who helped this one come to life.

When I was convinced the world had run dry of compassion, he reminded me that even in chaos, you can still show up—for people, for animals, for yourself.

He’s grown in ways I hope to. And no matter what happens next, I’ll always be proud of him.

And he’ll always be my friend..

🎼 Lyrics
[Intro]
vinyl crackle
Just me, alone, thinking ‘bout you.

[Verse 1]
The way you walk in, I can’t pretend—
I want a friend, I want my man.
His ass is fine, lips pop true,
Gettin’ stuck on him like glitter on glue.
Textin’ wild stuff about the things we do.

[Pre-Chorus]
yearning harmonies
I want my friend, I want him now.

[Chorus]
proud, layered hook
He’s my freak that’s shy,
That’s my f**kin’ guy.
No one else gets me high.

[Spoken Interlude]
spoken, sassy, tense
You can say hi...
But he’s not bi.
voice spikes BI!
steps shifting
Bitch, don’t try—hold my hoops, I’m ready.
chairs scraping tables moving
Come here... stop runnin’, my poochies ain’t steady.

[Verse 2]
raw rap, sensual phrasing
That’s him, right there in the crowd.
Pink kink shirt, yeah, him—no doubt.
Shy at first... wild at play.
I’m his geek, he’s my freak.
His lips, his neck... down to his—
sharp harmony Shut your mouth.
He got it locked in.
Mad respect for the thrill...

[Bridge]
music screeches to a halt
Wait... let me spill the truth.
To be real...
We just started talkin’ a few weeks ago.
Yeah, I write these songs and have fun—
Maybe scare him a little... come on strong.
But hearing him get nervous is cute.
And you know what?
He showed up.
No lies.
He showed up.

[Outro]
reflective, cinematic textures
Whoever lost him... lost their way.
Maybe the same way someone lost me.
To the ones who walked away:
I’d rather live and love,
And die young...
Than be rich, old, alone—
Never knowing what it meant to be loved.
Whatever happens...
My freak on fleek...
He’ll always be my friend.

🔗 4Me2BeFree
This song represents what 4Me2BeFree is about: humor, hurt, pride, and finding voice through contrast. It’s genderless and genreless and glam as hell... and it still hits.

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Fleek Geek

🎧 Track: Mademoiselle Mystique
🎸 Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
🌦 Mood: Romantic Collapse • Parisian Irony • Groovy Longing

Description:
What do you get when you mix heartbreak, French literature, and an existential fashion show? You get Mademoiselle Mystique — a baguette-scented ballad for anyone who’s ever been ghosted by someone in ankle boots quoting Foucault.

She arrived late. She judged your Spotify playlist. She said “peut-être” with a shrug so elegant it should’ve been framed in the Louvre. Meanwhile, you wore your hoodie like hope and your heart like a club badge. Rookie mistake.

This isn’t just a breakup song. It’s a soirée of sighs with backup vocals from crushed masculinity and the ghost of your Google Translate history.
Think:
🥖 Paris, but the part where no one texts back
🍷 Wine, but with subtle contempt
🧥 Style, but emotionally unavailable
🗼 Love, but post-structuralist

🎶 Guitars that jangle like your nerves on a second espresso
🎶 Lyrics that stab with eyeliner precision
🎶 A chorus so catchy it might critique you in French

Warning: May cause spontaneous cigarette cravings, introspective walks by the Seine, and an overwhelming urge to reread The Second Sex while crying in a Zara changing room.

Press play. Regret nothing. Except maybe the oysters. 🦪💔

Lyrics:

You showed up late, with no apology
A scarf, some boots, and silent mythology
A cigarette waved like a wand in the air
I choked on the smoke, but you didn’t care

You spoke in quotes from Simone de Beauvoir
While fixing your bangs in a rearview car
I asked if you liked me, you said “peut-être”
Which is French for never, but with better hair

I wore my heart like a football crest
You wore your doubt like a vintage vest
And every shrug was couture despair
God, I fell in love with your vacant stare

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
Elegance with great physique
A walking riddle wrapped in wine
You laughed and said, “don’t call me mine”
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
Cool detachment, tongue-in-cheek
I brought you flowers, you brought critique
Oh — you tragic, tonic, Gallic freak 🎶

You said you eat croissants without the guilt
And wear regret like designer quilt
I tried to match your existential grace
But my hoodie screamed “Midwestern face”

You read Camus and sipped Chablis
While I googled how to flirt in French for free
You kissed my neck with a sigh so light
It echoed louder than our final fight

You said “love is war, but make it chic”
Then vanished like a French boutique
Now all I have is your perfume ghost
And an overdraft from that Bordeaux toast

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
Elegance with great physique
The queen of cold with lips so red
You left me texting while you read
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
A walking Vogue critique
I lost my pride in your boutique
Oh — you magnifique, Parisian freak 🎶

“I never said I’d stay,” you whispered…
Then ordered oysters and made a face when I mispronounced œufs.

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
You made detachment so unique
I wore your silence like a badge
While you slow-danced with your carry-on bag
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
Bittersweet, tres magnifique
I wrote this song, you’d call it bleak
But darling…
I’m still stuck in your mystique 🎶

Mademoiselle Mystique

"Soy Frank, nacido un 14 de julio de 1998, con el ritmo en las venas y la música en el alma. Compositor, cantante y un poco soñador. Siempre buscando la melodía perfecta que te haga cantar a todo pulmón. ¡La música es mi vida, y espero que también te inspire!"

"If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is the gift of knowing you’re alive."

4Me2BeFree is more than music—it’s my story, my scars, and my survival. Every song is a piece of me, a raw melody of love, heartbreak, and resilience. I blend AI-generated vocals and instruments with real emotions, turning my experiences—especially from an LGBTQ+ perspective—into something that speaks to anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or just searching for something real.

Breakup songs? Yeah, they hit different. Music carries us through the worst of it, and every generation finds their own anthems of love, loss, and getting back up. Heartache doesn’t care about age, gender, or where you come from—music connects us all.

I make music because I’ve been there. The pain, the anger, the hope—it's all in these songs. If something here hits home for you, let it. If you feel something, let me know. That’s the connection that keeps this alive.

Just a guy with a head full of songs and a mission to make 'em sound like something you'd actually wanna hear.

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

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