Cruel Game of Love

Midnight Currents – Nova Bleu
Step into the world of Nova Bleu’s latest album, “Midnight Currents.” A seamless blend of sultry R&B and high-energy, late-night dance tracks, this album takes you on a journey through shadowy cityscapes, neon lights, and irresistible rhythms.
From slow-burning, intimate grooves to pulsing, dancefloor-ready anthems, Nova Bleu delivers a confident, magnetic sound that captivates from start to finish. Every track is crafted to move your body and your emotions, making “Midnight Currents” the perfect soundtrack for nights of desire, energy, and unmissable vibes.

Slip into Me

I Step Back

(Verse 1)
There’s a hum behind the ceiling fan,
A song no one remembers how to end.
The air tastes like old porcelain,
And the walls pretend they’re friends.

(Pre-Chorus)
I stitched the curtains to the dusk,
So morning wouldn’t find me out.
Every clock here keeps its trust —
They never make a sound.

(Chorus)
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
Nowhere to run, just circles tighter.
Lights flicker slow — they never warn us,
I fade, I fade — a little quieter.
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
I fade, I fade — a little quieter.

(Verse 2)
There’s a chair that’s learned my shape,
It holds me better than my name.
The flowers dried, but stayed in bloom —
They know the art of looking sane.

(Pre-Chorus)
I write letters I’ll never send,
Seal them with the same old sigh.
Even shadows start to blend,
When you stop asking why.

(Chorus)
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
Nowhere to run, just circles tighter.
Lights flicker slow — they never warn us,
I fade, I fade — a little quieter.
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
I fade, I fade — a little quieter.

(Bridge)
If I spoke, the air might break —
So I hum through the static instead.
Even silence has its ache,
It just hums a note inside my head.

(Final Chorus)
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
Where echoes dream and time grows lighter.
Lights flicker soft, the dark adorns us,
I fade, I fade — but feel brighter.

A little quieter

“No peace talks. No apologies. Just body bags and bars.”

Willa returns with her most ruthless project yet—Beat Killer 3, a cinematic bloodbath of a mixtape that doesn’t just raise the bar, it buries it. This isn’t a collection of songs—it’s a series of executions. Every verse is a closed casket. Every beat is a battlefield. No hooks for comfort. No features for clout. Just raw precision, mythic presence, and lyrical warfare.

Blackout Sermon

My Life Is Yours

[Verse]
I see your eyes open wide
When you hear the word goodbye
And you wonder why
I can hear your mind
The wheels inside your head
It's really turning
Girl
I see the look on your face
As your heart begins to race
Your breath quickens pace
As you're tryna chase
The perfect thing to say
You think will make me stay

[Chorus]
Who were you thinkin' of
When we were makin' love?
Who were you thinkin' of?
Who was it?
Was it him?
And tell me what you're doin' now
You thought that you would make me proud
Who were you thinkin' of?
Who was it?
Was it him?

[Verse]
And now you're beggin' me to stay
As you're standin' in the doorway
Sayin' you're not to blame
And you're really gonna change
But I know you'll be the same
And I don't need the pain
I can see it in your eyes
As you're askin' me why
It really caught you by surprise
But I can see through the disguise
You didn't see it comin'
Girl
And now you're runnin'
Girl

[Chorus]
Who were you thinkin' of
When we were makin' love?
Who were you thinkin' of?
Who was it?
Was it him?
And tell me what you're doin' now
You thought that you would make me proud
Who were you thinkin' of?
Who was it?
Was it him?

[Bridge]
You didn't see it comin'
Girl
You didn't see it comin'
Girl
I can hear your mind
The wheels inside your head
It's really turnin'
Girl
I see the look on your face
As your heart begins to race
Your breath quickens pace
As you're tryna chase
The perfect thing to say
You think will make me stay

[Chorus/Outro]
Who were you thinkin' of
When we were makin' love?
Who were you thinkin' of?
Who was it?
Was it him?
And tell me what you're doin' now
You thought that you would make me proud
Who were you thinkin' of?
Who was it?
Was it him?

Who Was It

Hurt myself

What My Love Couldn’t Fix
©Schantell Wharton


What My Love Couldn’t Fix

Soulmate: An R&B Story is more than an album — it’s a cinematic journey told through sound. It begins with two friends who slowly fall in love, only to be torn apart by betrayal, heartbreak, and the haunting silence that follows. But through pain comes reflection, and through reflection comes rebirth. Each song connects to the next, carrying echoes, emotions, and moments that weave a single story — from innocent beginnings to final closure.

This is R&B storytelling at its purest — soulful, intimate, and painfully human. Close your eyes. Feel every lyric. Live the story.


Haunted Bedroom

Can't get too integrated when you need all your parts to survive. Arguing with myself through verses—philosophical to revolutionary to exhausted. All voices present. No apologies.
Conscious hip-hop / IFS therapy disguised as bars / Underground

Can’t Get Too Well

This ongoing project rises from heart, soul, curiosity, experience — and a couple of programs that help me piece it all together. Share if you care! :)
Rap, trap, indie, grunge, country, trance — just some of the sounds I’ve been shaping along the way.

My music changes with the day. No plan, no limits — just feeling, rhythm, and the joy of creating something that might make someone else feel too.
Thanks for being here — check out my other pages if you want to dive deeper. Q&A in the mail please.

Hurt myself

Dr. Foss