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)

My Soul Hurts Every Day is a record born out of grit, truth, and a longing for something better. It’s a blues-funk-gospel fusion album that stares hard at the world as it is, while refusing to stop dreaming of what it could be. Each track is raw and unfiltered, carrying the pulse of stomping Delta blues, the fire of gospel revival, the swagger of funk, and the cry of soul.

The title track, “My Soul Hurts Every Day,” is a haunting lament — a Delta blues hymn for an age worn thin by hate and division. “Hiding in Plain Sight” picks up that thread, a hypnotic chant about dreamers and innovators fighting to break through the shadows of greed and control. “The Digital Life” flips the perspective, letting a robot’s voice sing out against misinformation and fear, reminding us that humans and machines are stronger together.

“I Want My Freedom Back” kicks with modern funk and hip-hop swagger, a demand for truth and liberation in the face of manipulation and control. “The Lord Can Wait” brings a playful gospel-blues energy, a joyful anthem about seizing life’s moments and living without fear. “Desire” leans into smoky Chicago blues, exploring the storm of passion and longing that consumes the human heart.

Science and truth take center stage in “Periodic Blues,” a gritty blues-rock call to protect knowledge for the good of all humankind. The fire burns hotter in “Take That Small Man Energy and Shove It,” a funk-soul powerhouse that takes aim at judgment, greed, and ego with humor and raw defiance. And the record closes with “Sunrise Above the Clouds” — a gospel-soaked blues ballad that lifts the listener up, celebrating life, love, and the beauty of every breath.

My Soul Hurts Every Day is more than an album — it’s a cry from the soul, a stomp in the dirt, a prayer, a shout, and a call to rise. It’s music for dark days and bright mornings, for the broken and the hopeful, for anyone who believes the blues still has the power to heal and to fight.

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