On “Tennessee Risky,” Seasidee Jerry trades coastal haze for country-tinged sorrow, delivering a stripped-down ballad full of ghosted names and long drives away from pain. With a voice like worn denim and lyrics soaked in memory, he paints heartbreak as something inescapable—“the pain of yesterday’s wounds are still here.” Anchored by poetic simplicity and raw emotional gravity, Jerry blends soul and Southern melancholy into a song that feels like watching the sun set on something you’ll never get back. It's quiet. It lingers. It cuts.

Tennessee Risky

In “Siren,” Seasidee Terry conjures a lush, mythical romance set against the backdrop of black sand and moonlit waves. Channeling the seductive pull of a love that feels both ancient and dangerous, Terry drifts into a dreamstate—lured by a femme fatale whose voice is half ocean, half spell. With hypnotic repetition and sensual lyricism, the track pulses like a tide, rising and crashing with each chorus: “I rock the boat so good, it make her seasick.” Equal parts erotic and otherworldly, “Siren” is a surreal slow jam where passion meets poetry at the edge of the world.

Siren

On “Latee Knight,” Seasidee Terry glides through neon streets and after-hours longing with smooth, intoxicating ease. The track pulses with nocturnal energy—part cruising anthem, part slow-burn confession—as Terry unpacks the thrill and haze of love found under city lights. Trading vulnerability for vibe, he and his “late night boo” orbit each other in a loop of fleeting moments and blurred boundaries. With sultry melodies, hypnotic hooks, and a beat that hums like a midnight engine, “Latee Show” is both a celebration of chaos and a cry for connection.

Latee Knight

"Salty – Intro" opens Seasidee with a hushed spoken-word skit that feels like a heart-to-heart at midnight. Over whispered intimacy, Seasidee Terry offers a choice—stay trapped in the ruins of old love, or step into his tide-pulled paradise. It sets the tone for the album: vulnerable, poetic, and deeply seductive.

Salty - Intro

“Blasphemy” finds Seasidee Terry at his most sensual and cinematic. Over shimmering synths and slow-burning grooves, he turns passion into prayer, blurring the line between the sacred and the seductive. With lyrics like “Our love is God” repeated like a mantra, Terry channels devotion and desire into something mythic. It's a late-night confession wrapped in silk—part slow jam, part spiritual ecstasy. Steamy, reverent, and unapologetically intimate, “Blasphemy” is Terry’s ode to the kind of love that feels divine… even if it’s not holy.

Blasphemy

“Seasidee” is Seasidee Terry’s meditative escape anthem—a breezy, emotional exhale where the ocean becomes both metaphor and sanctuary. With soft, drifting melodies and minimalist lyric loops, Terry captures the peace that comes from letting go, zoning out, and floating away from life’s noise. The repetition of “seaside” washes over like waves on the shore, creating a trance-like mantra that feels both grounded and otherworldly. It's less a song and more a feeling—weightless, open, and quietly healing.

Seasidee

On “Glass Housee,” Seasidee Terry distills heartbreak, memory, and emotional distance into a haunting minimalist groove. With ghostly repetition and piercing vulnerability, he paints himself as both a lingering presence and a lost connection—“your wallpaper in your memory.” The chorus hits like a quiet warning, balancing forgiveness with fracture: “Be careful throwing stones… my arms are open.” Over echo-laced synths and spare percussion, Terry weaves intimacy and detachment into a portrait of love that’s broken, but not quite gone.

Glass Housee

“Amnesia” is Seasidee Terry at his most tender and exposed—a slow-burning plea against emotional erasure. With a voice trembling on the edge of hope and heartbreak, Terry explores memory, vulnerability, and the fear of being forgotten. “Don’t forget me,” he repeats like a prayer, layering echo and ache into each line. Minimal production lets the emotion breathe, while warm synths and distant percussion cradle his confessions. It’s a midnight conversation with love, loss, and the parts of ourselves we’re scared to leave behind.

Amnesia

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