As I breath.

In this digtal world

Each soul I have encountered -

Ever met that person who talks like a TED Talk that never got invited? That’s her. The queen of circular wisdom. The empress of “well actually.” The high priestess of saying nothing with confidence.

This smooth chillwave samba track is for all the philosophers of the living room — the ones who explain why your coffee tastes “existential” and end every sentence with:
👉 “That’s the thing.”

It’s like you’re sitting in a café made of clouds, listening to a conversation between a breeze and a parrot who read one self-help book too many.
Bossa nova rhythm meets chillwave haze, and somewhere in between, enlightenment loses its train of thought.

Perfect for:
☕ Late-night overthinkers
🪴 People who say “vibes” instead of “opinions”
💬 And anyone who ever nodded politely through a monologue that started with “You know what’s funny?”

Press play. Pretend to care. Tap your foot like you understand.
That’s the thing. 😏

Lyrics:

She talks in loops, like she’s testing the air,
Every word half wisdom, half repair.
Tells a story, leans back, grins —
Finger up — like truth begins.

You think she’s done, she takes a breath,
Looks at you like you missed the depth.
And that’s when it lands — the phrase, the sting:

When she says that’s the thing,
It means nothing — and everything.
Finger up — like she’s teaching the air,
And I just sit there… pretending to care.

There was a husband, deaf as rain,
She spoke in sunshine — he heard pain.
One day she left without a ring,
He stared at the silence — that’s the thing.

When she says that’s the thing,
It means nothing — and everything.
Finger up — like she’s teaching the air,
And I just sit there… pretending to care.

A politician loved his own sound,
Never heard the crowd around.
Next vote came — no one would cling,
He smiled on TV — that’s the thing.

A driver skipped the service date,
Said, “it’s fine” — till it wasn’t great.
Steam and panic, middle lane king,
He called the smoke, that’s the thing.

A girl who chased the first fast train,
Never cared for the name of the plain.
She got lost with a golden grin —
Still told herself, that’s the thing.

When she says that’s the thing,
It means nothing — and everything.
Finger up — like she’s teaching the air,
And I just sit there… pretending to care.

Every truth needs someone to sing,
Every lie wears a wedding ring.
And when the story starts to sting…
She just smiles and says, that’s the thing.

That’s the Thing

I make mistakes

🎧 Description:
"Hey You" is a modern reflection with a nostalgic twist a heartfelt nod to Pink Floyd’s classic while diving into isolation, awakening, and redemption. Mixing soulful vocals, atmospheric production, and raw emotion, this track bridges generations. It’s a reminder that even when the world builds walls around us, there’s still a voice calling from the other side.

Turn it up, close your eyes, and drift into the message.🔥 

Hey You

I love her,

In the glow of the screen, where the pix

Storm's Whisper

🔻 Song Insight
“Your Cake” dives headfirst into the chaos of self-sabotage and desire — that burning edge between wanting love and rejecting it. It’s not a love song; it’s a confession disguised as confrontation.
 The lyrics move like static through a broken wire — raw, pulsing, and emotionally spent. This is the sound of someone who’s done pretending to be fixed. The title isn’t about indulgence, it’s about contradiction — craving connection while knowing it will destroy the illusion of control. The tone is defiant, the mood volatile. “Your Cake” captures that moment you realize the thing you want most is the one thing you can’t keep without losing yourself.

🔻 Lyrics
Fade In:
 Intro:
 Instrumental:
Verse 1:
 Nah– Baby, I saw you too
 Keep you guessing — that’s what I do
 It’s just truth I can’t ignore
 Words burning — chaos adored
Pre-Bridge:
 You can’t fix me, I’m not a toy
 You can’t break me, no longer your boy
 You say I’m perfect — you must be blind
 It’s lip service baby, I ain’t got time
Bridge:
 Maybe I want life that doesn't suck
 Maybe it’s a broken mind that’s stuck
 All my reasons spun-up
 Truth gets lost before we fuck
Chorus – Hook:
 I want my cake and eat you too
 But it’s all this bullshit I go through
 I want it all, yeah, I want it all
 But here’s the truth— it can’t be you
Verse 2:
 You tell me talk, but I don’t care
 I’m drowning– it’s just my fear
 Tell me to walk, my legs won’t work
 I spoke the truth, but wanted proof
Pre-Bridge:
 All these words wrap around
 It’s my tongue that's going down
 I’m a wasted taste for now
 But it’s your cake I partake
Bridge:
 Every word’s a lie, I’ll never die
 It’s lines carved in my mind
 Words wrap each thing I said
 Still running from what’s left behind
Chorus – Hook:
 I want my cake and eat you too
 But it’s all this bullshit I go through
 I want it all, yeah, I want it all
 But here’s the truth— it can’t be you
Verse 3:
 When pain is gone,
 I’ll write a song
 Till then, I’m strung along
 Trying to find where I belong
Pre-Bridge:
 What I want won't exist
 Wishing this stale cake away
 Shut down love before I’m sick
 It’s empty hope that strays
Bridge:
 What I chase can’t be
 You’re not what I see
 When this fails, I’m not gonna hide
 I’ll watch this fade in trails
Chorus – Hook / Outro:
 I want my cake and eat you too
 But it’s all this bullshit I go through
 I want it all, yeah, I want it all
 But here’s the truth— it can’t be you
 Fade Out:
 it can’t be you
 it can’t be you
 it can’t be you

🔻 Personal Reflection
This song came from the kind of heartbreak that doesn’t end with tears — it ends with silence and realization. “Your Cake” isn’t about revenge or regret; it’s about truth in motion. That uncomfortable space where you’re finally honest about your flaws and the damage you bring to the table. Writing it was like looking in the mirror and realizing I was both the poison and the cure. It’s messy, human, and real — the emotional hangover that comes after wanting everything but knowing you can’t have it all.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
For 4Me2BeFree, this track is another chapter in the cinematic evolution of emotional storytelling — the rebellion of feeling too much. The project thrives on contradictions: beauty and decay, love and chaos, truth and denial. “Your Cake” lives in that tension — it’s the sound of modern self-awareness sung through a cracked lens. Every beat, every lyric, every pause bleeds authenticity. It’s not about perfection — it’s about freedom through honesty, and the courage to admit you’re still learning how to love.

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Your Cake

"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.

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!

⚡️WILL B // From Hellraiser to Heaven Sent ⚡️

Born in Gaston, Alabama, raised between the struggle and the South, Will B’s story reads like a movie. One that’s still being written. By the time most kids were learning their ABCs, he was learning survival. Basement floors, rats the size of house pets, and a home full of chaos didn’t break him they built him.

When his mom married, his stepdad, he considered him his true dad. He brought God into the picture. But Will? He was already running wild. By 7, sexual temptation had found him. By 12, he was stealing liquor and chasing a life that led him straight into addiction, violence, and pain.

Fast forward an 11x felon and 2½ years behind bars Will hit rock bottom and looked up. Locked in a cell, he prayed every day for YHWH to take the taste of drugs, alcohol, and destruction out of his mouth. He asked for one thing: a second chance.

And YHWH delivered.

Now sober, free, and walking with faith, Will B’s  music he’s testifys through pain, turning scars into stories and stories into songs. Every bar hits and carries truth, testimony, and hope for anyone fighting their demons.

From addict to artist, from prison to purpose, Will B is living proof that grace still works. His mission?
🔥 Reach souls through sound.
🔥 Bring light to dark places.
🔥 And never stop giving glory to the One who made a way.

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