Fly Me to the Moon

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Sunshine (My Girl)

Call Me Maybe

I release this track back on february but forgot to add it here lol! Enjoy guys! 

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Like Me - Single

Like Me

Broken

Soft Like Sin

Welcome guest – forget the rest
Feel at home – stop the moan
Relax and lean back – enjoy the track

Let the lights dim low, let the worries slide
You’re safe in the rhythm, on this midnight ride
No pressure here, just open skies
We drift in sound, where the silence lies

Every note’s a promise, soft and slow
No rush, no rush—just let it flow
Let your mind be weightless, let your thoughts undress
This is your moment. Nothing less.

Welcome guest – forget the rest
Feel at home – stop the moan
Relax and lean back – enjoy the track
(Breathe it in… you’re right on track)

City fades out, just the stars remain
Beats like whispers calling your name
Close your eyes, you’re not alone
This groove is shelter, this sound’s your home

You don’t need answers,
just this pulse to hold
You don’t need stories,
just the bass—warm and bold
Let it wash through your skin,
let it hum in your bones
Where music begins,
we are never alone

Welcome guest – forget the rest
Feel at home – stop the moan
Relax and lean back – enjoy the track
Just breathe, just be… the music’s got your back

Introduction

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“Baraka… calling Earth…
Do not adjust your pineal gland...
I repeat… the dolphins are listening…”
(Echo: listening… listening…)

Mimon’s eyes wide — like quantum moons,
He rides on vibes through living rooms.
Wearing jackets made of coded truth,
Shouting facts from a cursed phone booth.
Hands in the air, geometry flies,
He sees the beams — we blink our eyes.
No school, no rules, just pure Baraka,
Speaking backwards through a chakrablaster.
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🔊 Zzzhhhh… decode the static
🗣️ “The pyramids are WiFi towers for angels!”
🎛️ Tape-stop stutter: An–gel–gel–gel–gel…

🌀 Miiiiiimon… Barakaaa…
Lives in your fridge… reads your aura.
He don’t walk — he floats in grooves,
Dances with ghosts in gamma moves.
🎤 Barakaaaa… Miiiiiimon…
Talks to dogs in dial tone.
Speaks in code, eats light,
Dreams in dub, and rants all night.
(Echo: all night… night… night…)

He paints his teeth with lunar cream,
Chats with chairs and splits your dreams.
One sock on, the other’s a clue,
He might be real… or just part of you.
He calls the pope a clone from space,
Licks a plug to feel God’s face.
Baraka’s truth: ten levels deep,
He sold his shadow — it won’t sleep.
🧠 (Echoes: "won’t sleep… deep… beep… sheep...")

Turn the mirror — change your name.
Baraka knows the astral game.
Salt in his pocket, time in his hat —
Reality? He’s not into that.

Miiiiimon… Barakaaa…
Part prophet, part banana.
Broadcast live from your TV dreams,
Plugged to truth via laser beams.
🎤 Miiiiimon…
Baraka’s groove — can’t be undone.
He’s not mad — you’re just too sane.
Ride this dub… and join the plane.
(Echo loop: plane… plane… Baraka train…)

“This was not a song.
It was a message…
decoded in rhythm.
Baraka… OUT.”
(Tape rewind and click.)

Baraka Broadcast (from the 8th Zone)

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Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Baraka Broadcast (from the 8th Zone)

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