Mmm, yeah…
You point your finger,
But I ain’t the only sinner.

You tell your friends I’m the one to blame,
Every little story, always my name.
But sugar, look who’s talking loud,
Acting so righteous, playing to the crowd.

You say you’re tired, you say you’re through,
But honey, I’m just as tired of you.

Shame on me? Are you kidding, girl?
You’ve been spinning lies all over the world.
Don’t play that saint, don’t twist the truth,
Shame on me? No, shame on you.

You cry at night, but it’s crocodile tears,
Drama on repeat for a couple of years.
You talk of vows, but you broke them first,
Pointing at me just makes it worse.

Don’t preach to me ‘bout love and pain,
When you’ve been running the same old game.

Shame on me? Are you kidding, girl?
You’ve been dancing lies in your shiny pearls.
I won’t chase, I won’t play the fool,
Shame on me? No, shame on you.

You throw the stone—
But your hands ain’t clean!
You wear the crown—
But you’re no queen!
We built this fire, both struck the match,
Now you’re crying ‘bout the scratch.

Shame, shame, shame… (uh-huh)
On who, on who? (not me, not me)
You say my name, (say my name)
But girl, look at you!

Shame on me? Are you kidding, girl?
You’ve been spinning lies all over the world.
I won’t beg, I won’t be your fool,
Shame on me? No, shame on you.

Mmm, shame on you…
Not me, girl…
Shame on you.

Shame on me ?!? (Motown reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Shame on me ?!? (Motown reload)

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