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Certified Jerks 

Unleash your inner Mother Monster with "Certified Jerks,". This isn't just a song; it's a theatrical, arena-ready pop-rock explosion of raw vocals, driving synths, and searing guitars. We're tearing down the stereotypes of the "misunderstood" man with a healthy dose of sarcasm and a whole lot of power. From the practiced pouts to the phantom toothbrushes, this anthem is for anyone who's ever navigated the wild, frustrating, and sometimes hilarious world of modern dating. Get ready to sing, scream, and reclaim your power.

Certified Jerks 


[Verse 1]
They say the sweetest things when they want your shirt off
Quote some sad boy song, then ghost you at liftoff
He said, “I’m not like them,” with a practiced pout
But five DMs later, the truth slithered out

[Pre-Chorus]
You think they’re deep? Honey, it’s a TRENCH!
All cheap cologne and empty compliments on a BROKEN BENCH!

[Chorus]
MEN ARE PIGS — BUT LIKE, IN SUITS AND JEANS!
CERTIFIED JERKS WITH FILTHY, GUILTY DREAMS!
THEY CRY ON CUE, THEN VANISH INTO SMOKE!
THEY HOLD YOUR HAND JUST TO GET THE DAMN JOKE!
SO HERE’S YOUR SIGN, GIRL, DON’T YOU DARE BE FOOLED —
HE'S NOT MISUNDERSTOOD, HE'S JUST CRUEL!

[Verse 2]
He brings up his ex on the second date
Says, “She was crazy” — yeah, copy-paste
Plays therapist ‘til you spill your fears
Then ghosted you cold for two whole years
He’s got a playlist called “Girls I’ve Hurt”
And swears each one was the devil first
Tells you “You’re different” while checking his phone
Then asks for space like it’s Airbnb-owned

[Pre-Chorus]
You think they’re deep? Honey, it’s a TRENCH!
All cheap cologne and empty compliments on a BROKEN BENCH!

[Chorus]
MEN ARE PIGS — BUT LIKE, IN SUITS AND JEANS!
CERTIFIED JERKS WITH FILTHY, GUILTY DREAMS!
THEY CRY ON CUE, THEN VANISH INTO SMOKE!
THEY HOLD YOUR HAND JUST TO GET THE DAMN JOKE!
SO HERE’S YOUR SIGN, GIRL, DON’T YOU DARE BE FOOLED —
HE'S NOT MISUNDERSTOOD, HE'S JUST CRUEL!

[Bridge]
Oh, he reads one poem and thinks he’s profound (Pro-FOUND!)
Takes you to dinner, then lets YOU pay round (Pay ROUND!)
Says he’s “working on himself” (that means dating three)
Still keeps your pics “for the ARTISTRY!”

[Final Chorus – Epic Twist Version]
MEN ARE PIGS — BUT I DATE THEM STILL!
GUESS I LIKE THE CHASE MORE THAN THE THRILL!
THEY SAY “FOREVER,” MEAN “FOUR TO FIVE DAYS!”
THEN LEAVE A TOOTHBRUSH LIKE IT’S SOME BOUQUET!
YEAH, I KNOW THE SIGNS, I’VE READ THE SCRIPT —
BUT HERE I AM, ON ANOTHER GUILT TRIP!
GUESS I’M JUST INTO JERKS — MUST BE MY CURSE!
BUT I’M STRONGER NOW, DESPITE IT ALL! I'M NOT WORSE!

[Outro – Powerful & Ironic]
CERTIFIED JERKS, WITH CHARM ON LOAN!
LEAVE YOU ON READ, THEN CRY ON THE PHONE!
CERTIFIED JERKS, THEY NEVER CONFESS!
BUT DAMN IT — I STILL LOVE THE MESS!

Doo-wop… he was “different”…
(Distorted echo) No he wasn’t…

Certified Jerks

Love Is a House with the Lights Left On


[Verse 1]
I don’t sleep in the bedroom we made
The sheets still hold your shape
Your name is a whisper the walls obey
Like dust that won’t get swept away

[Verse 2]
The kettle still sings at quarter to five
Like you never walked out of our life
The clock ticks soft like a lullaby
For ghosts who never said goodbye

[Chorus]
Love is a house with the lights left on
No one home, but nothing gone
Your coat’s still hanging on the chair
Like silence dressed in what you wear
And I walk through rooms we don’t belong
In love like a house with the lights left on

[Verse 3]
The mirror still fogs like you just stepped out
I talk to the steam like you’ll answer somehow
Your toothbrush leans like it misses your hand
Even the soap won’t understand

[Chorus]
Love is a house with the lights left on
It hums your name after you’re gone
A photograph that won’t sit straight
A birthday card that came too late
And I live in rooms where you’ve withdrawn
In love like a house with the lights left on

[Bridge]
No doors slammed, no shattered glass
Just the sound of time that doesn’t pass
A quiet ache, a breath held too long
A record skipping our favorite song

[Final Chorus]
Love is a house with the lights left on
The warmth remains, the warmth is wrong
I sleep beside your hollow side
Where memory keeps the bed half-alive
And I stay in rooms where you belong
In love like a house with the lights left on

Love Is a House with the Lights Left On

GOLDEN DAYS (AIN’T GOIN’ NOWHERE)

Verse 1
Sun kissed my cheek like a lover come home
Coffee hit smooth, got that sweet undertone
Mama rang, said, “Girl, you sound brand-new”
Told her, “Joy moved in with a skyline view”
Last night the blues packed up, caught a train
Now my windows glow in that sugarcane flame

Chorus
Golden days, they rolled back in
Like vinyl spinning, let that groove begin
Golden days, no rent to pay
They danced right in and told the dark to stay away
Oh-oh-oh, they’re here to stay
Oh-oh-oh, and I’m feelin’ some kinda way

Verse 2
Got my swing dress on, red like sin
Sidewalk’s a runway, I’m struttin’ in
Corner boy whistled, said “You got fire”
Told him, “Baby, I’m my own empire”
Heart’s a jukebox, all Motown and kiss
Every wrong turn led me straight to this

Chorus
Golden days, they rolled back in
Like vinyl spinning, let that groove begin
Golden days, no rent to pay
They danced right in and told the dark to stay away
Oh-oh-oh, they’re here to stay
Oh-oh-oh, champagne in May

Bridge
They said, “You won’t shine,” but I’m blindin’ the room
Said, “You’ll break again”—but I changed the tune
Dropped my grief in that muddy stream
Now I wake in technicolor dreams
Mm-hmm, watch me gleam

Final Chorus / Outro
Golden days, don’t need no raincheck
Heels click like castanets on deck
Golden days, I’m rich in soul
Took back my rhythm, took back control
Oh-oh-oh, ain’t goin’ nowhere
Oh-oh-oh, throw your hands in the air
(Fade out with ad-libs: “Golden, golden, golden love...”)


GOLDEN DAYS (AIN’T GOIN’ NOWHERE)

"Baby, I’m My Own Empire"
Step into a world where vulnerability transforms into an unshakeable kingdom. "Baby, I’m My Own Empire" explores the journey from seeking external validation to discovering an unbreakable inner strength. With haunting imagery and a soaring spirit, this track is a testament to resilience, the beauty of self-sovereignty, and the quiet thunder of a heart that refuses to burn for liars.

🎵 Baby, I’m My Own Empire

[Verse 1]
I used to kneel in ruins for the taste of praise
Let you carve your name in my golden face
You crowned me with silence, called it love
But darling, thrones don’t beg to be enough

[Pre-Chorus]
Now my steps echo like a warning bell
Each breath a law I wrote myself
You want a seat where you once played pyre—
But I don't burn for liars

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m my own empire
Silk and flame in every wire
No more begging just to feel desired
I rise alone, unclaimed, entire
Your love was smoke, mine’s wildfire
Baby, I’m—baby, I’m my own empire

[Verse 2]
You kissed like conquest, spoke in thrones
But I built beauty in my bones
A sovereign heart don’t break to please
And I don't bend for make-believe

[Pre-Chorus]
You see this gold? It's not your proof
It’s forged from nights I walked through truth
You lost your place when you admired
The glow and not the fire

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m my own empire
Velvet rage and sapphire choir
You fed me doubt, I dressed it finer
Now I wear grace like sharpened wire
You can't return to what you tired
Baby, I’m—baby, I’m my own empire

[Bridge – Spoken / half-sung, minimal instrumentation]
You thought I was yours to crown
But empires don’t answer to ghosts
You can haunt the gate
But I’ll never open it again

[Breakdown – whispered vocals, then rising]
Watch me rule in quiet thunder
Built from ache you failed to wonder
I don't need your hands, your name
This kingdom pulses in my flame

[Final Chorus – layered, powerful]
Baby, I’m my own empire
Silhouettes in sacred fire
No prince, no war, no false messiah
I rise alone—higher and higher
My blood, my voice, my own choir
Baby, I’m—baby, I’m my own empire

[Outro – soft, fading]
Don’t kneel, don’t call
You can’t climb these walls
I’m not yours to admire—
Baby, I’m my own empire

🎵 Baby, I’m My Own Empire

Can’t Wait – Cephas Moor
A soul-stirring, romantic ballad produced with the power of AI and the heart of a human. “Can’t Wait” by Cephas Moor is a tender confession of love and longing—capturing the moment when holding back is no longer an option. Blending lush acoustic tones with modern pop textures, this slow-burning love anthem invites listeners into an intimate journey of emotion, vulnerability, and timeless devotion.

Perfect for late-night reflections, wedding playlists, or anyone who’s ever loved deeply and waited patiently.

🎧 Genre: Romantic Pop / Acoustic Ballad
💭 Mood: Emotional, Intimate, Hopeful
🔥 Tags: #CephasMoor #CantWait #RomanticPop #AIMusic #EmotionalBallad

Stream, share, and let your heart speak—because some love just can’t wait any longer.

Can't Wait - Cephas Moor

Cephas Moor is an AI-driven musician exploring the raw intersections of memory, love, and late-night introspection through Lo-Fi R&B, Soul, and alt-fusion soundscapes.

Built with machine learning and human emotion, Cephas Moor exists between the digital and the deeply personal — channeling stories of loyalty, longing, and vulnerability. Each track is crafted with original lyrics, AI-assisted vocals, and rich, atmospheric production that blurs the line between synthetic and soul.

Based in a virtual studio yet rooted in real human feeling, Cephas Moor’s debut EP “Loyalty & Other Vows” offers a moody, melodic glimpse into the quiet spaces where trust and tenderness live.

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