H00DBYAIR (Guitar Intro)

Lyrics:

I lit a match in the rain
Just to feel something warm again
Told myself I’d let you go
But the silence still knows your name

Kept your voice in a voice memo
Your jacket in my back seat
Ain’t nobody hit my line like you
Even mad, you’d still check on me

I don’t blame you for leavin’
I was runnin’ from healing
Swear I looked strong on the surface
But inside I was barely breathing

Now I ride past where we used to talk
Play your laugh on loop in the parking lot
I ain’t over you, I’m just balanced
Half of me gone, the other just silent

Come insi—just fallin’ for you

You don’t have to run tonight
You don’t have to be so cold
If you’re still holding on like I am
Then come back slow
Come back slow
Don’t need flowers or a show
Just your voice on the stereo
If you feel me in your bones
Then come back slow
Come back slow

I left the porch light on
Just in case you forgot how it feels to come home
The dog still waits by the door
I still sleep on the couch like before

All your friends say I’m “that guy”
But they ain’t heard our late-night cries
They didn’t see you in my hoodie
Breaking down soft in the passenger side

I still dream in your tone of voice
Still pause when I hear your name
I ain’t healed, I’m just better at pretending I’m okay

And you said love don’t leave scars
But I still trace yours in the dark
I forgive you
But I’m still right here if you want to restart

You don’t have to run tonight
You don’t have to be so cold
If you’re still holding on like I am
Then come back slow
Come back slow.
You don’t have to say it all
I’ll just feel it in my soul
If you want me like before
Then come back slow
Come back slow

If we ever lost our balance
We can find it back in time

Balance (with Tommy Lively & Hayley Morris)

Live From A Tate McRae SoundCheck in Toronto; she covers Drake's "Shot For Me" and I just did the job of buffing it up and making it like it was somewhat recorded in a studio
 (MP3 stems SUCK to work with )
All rights to vocals belong to Tate McRae and her team & and all rights to lyrics belong to Drake & his team.

Shot For Me (Tate McRae Live Cover Version Remastered)

SHAKE N' BAKE

It’s 2009.
You’re 5 years old.
The glow of the TV, the hum of the dishwasher,
your DS Lite cracked open on PictoChat.
You’re in the backseat while it rains,
and something about the world feels bigger than your tiny hands can hold.

“Still Hoping You Call” sounds like that exact feeling.

The song’s core message may be about a girl…
but the sound tells a bigger story.

A story of forgotten dreams.
Of the spaces between streetlights.
Of longing for something you can’t explain—but swear you’ve felt before.

It’s reverb-soaked nostalgia for a world that only existed in your childhood head.
A world where everything felt infinite,
and you didn’t even know you were already missing it.

SUNSHINE & RAINBOWS 1. Out Now Worldwide.

still hoping you call (interlude)

TIGHTROPE

Tristan Williams—also known by his producer alias, T.B. On The Beat—doesn’t follow the industry. He ran from it with both middle fingers raised. Heartbroken, broke, and barely holding on, he started building songs the only way he knew how: messy, loud, full of soul. What began as therapy in a dark room turned into a body of work that spans the raw country ache of Life in a Small Town and Golden Years, the cinematic dream-pop haze of Sunshine & Rainbows I, and the ambient confessions of Purity Culture I & II.

He got tired of the same old crap—sterile mixing, lifeless masters, paint-by-numbers pop songs with no blood in them. So he burned the blueprint. His mixes are flawed on purpose. His sound is grief, nostalgia, and growth—warped like an old VHS tape, but still warm to the touch. Every chord has a scar. Every lyric’s been lived.

Tristan doesn’t chase perfection—he chases feeling. His production is built for people who want something real again.

He doesn’t just make music. He makes what saved him.
And now he’s giving it back—with no apologies.