Uh! Don’t ring me twice (uh-uh)
Swipe, swipe, lies on the line.
Static buzzin’ in my spine (whoo!)
Yeah, I feel it every time.

I’m not your plan, not your weekend game,
Middle-finger storm with a funky name.
Wanna message? Wanna drop that line?
Actin’ like I said “come spend my time.”

See-through, see-through (hah!)
Fake moves, fake groove (yeah!)

Who brings the snacks when the party drops? (uh!)
Who leaves the chat when the tension pops? (yeah!)
Who cleans the mess when the mood runs dry? (funk!)
Who hits the mute when the small talk dies? (woo!)

You beg like a script that you never learn,
“No big deal” but you crash and burn.
Every line you spin, every hint you send,
See-through, see-through—funk don’t pretend!

(One, two, three, four!)

Bought a mattress the week we matched (hah!)
Should’ve unmatched, should’ve ghosted fast.
I was bored, would’ve kissed the wall,
Now I’m layin’ flat in a stranger’s hall.

Ghost it quick! (Ghost it quick!)
Ghost it one, two (Ghost it one, two!)
I don’t play (I don’t play!)
I don’t call you! (Nah nah nah!)

Who brings the snacks when the party drops? (say what?)
Who leaves the chat when the tension pops? (uh!)
Who brings the snacks when the party drops? (ooh yeah)
Who leaves the chat when the tension pops? (uh-huh, uh-huh!)

See-through, fake groove,
See-through, fake groove…
Ghost it quick, ghost it quick, ghost it one, two…

The Snacks (Funk Boogie reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
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.

The Snacks (Funk Boogie reload)

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