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Call Me Maybe

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

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Soft Like Sin

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You call me drama — I call you divine,
In a telenovela with zero storyline.
You bring the spark, I bring confusion,
Together we dance... into delusion.

TikTok fights in paradise air,
Filters hide how much we care.
Your eyes say “run,” your lips say “stay,”
We loop that line in cliché grey.

Mmm... no facts, just flair,
Two lost stars in selfie glare.
Today I ghost, tomorrow you,
And karma’s DJing with no clue.

🎵 Here we go again — in the blame game!
Spinning like gin in a hurricane.
I point, you pout, we glitch, we flame —
No winners, just memes in a shameframe.
Boom!
Here we go again — blame game 2.0!
Dub in my chest, DnB in my flow.
Swipe that fight — we love the pain,
Loop the kiss, rewind the blame. 🎵

You booked a flight, I missed the gate,
But somehow we still share the fate.
You brought the storm, I packed the beach,
We order chaos — with mango quiche.

We talk in riddles, sweat and cream,
Lip-sync life in a hotel dream.
Two truths, no plan, one room, one bed —
Guess who blamed me last night instead?

Heartbeat skank in a soft slow haze,
Arguments twist in ultraviolet rays.
We break, we fake, we shift, we slide,
Still vibin’ under tropic tide...

🎵 Here we go again — in the blame game!
Flip that switch, forget the name.
Who did what? Don’t care, just move —
We're synced in sin, locked in groove.
Here we go again — same old flame,
But tonight I dance, I dodge the shame.
You throw the line, I change the frame —
Mmm... still hot in the blame game. 🎵

“Let’s not fix it — let’s remix it.”
“Who’s wrong?”
“…Wrong question, baby.”
“Here we go again.”

Blame Game (Dance Version)

No Friends at the Party

🍕 “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — the unofficial Italian summer anthem nobody asked for… but everybody needs. 🇮🇹🚗☀️

Imagine this: a tiny German car, endless winding coastal roads, the smell of fresh lasagna in the summer air… and zero parking. Every single sign screams “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — and our poor heroine? She just wants pizza, mamma mia! 🍝

This French House groove blends soulful male vocals (with a gloriously strong Italian accent), filtered disco synths, deep sidechained basslines, and sun-kissed beats into the ultimate late-afternoon soundtrack. It's smooth, it’s groovy, and it comes with a hint of tiramisu-fueled desperation.

If you’ve ever been hangry on holiday, trapped between Aperol dreams and parking nightmares, this one’s for you. Close your eyes, turn up the volume, and drive straight into Mediterranean chaos.

Warning: This track may cause
🍕 Sudden pizza cravings
🥂 Aperol spritz nostalgia
🚗 Spontaneous shouts of “SOLO PER CLIENTI!”

Perfect for:
🌴 Golden-hour beach drives
🍹 Late-summer balcony parties
🎧 Dancing barefoot with pasta in hand
🇮🇹 Pretending you’re Italian even if you’re not

Lyrics:

She drives a tiny car from Germany,
Through winding roads to the deep blue sea,
Dolce vita dreams, sunglasses on,
But her stomach's empty, mamma mia, she’s done!

Every little street, every little sign,
Says “solo per clienti” — babe, she’s losin’ time!
Pizza in her mind, but no place to stay,
O sole mio, take my hunger away!

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Pizza, pasta… where’s the entry?
Solo per clienti!
My amore, it’s so tormenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… help me, senti! 

She sees a little trattoria by the square,
Smells the fresh lasagna in the summer air,
She parks the car, but a man starts to scream:
“Signorinaaa! This is not what it seems!”

"Bellissima, capisci, non si può…
This parking here — non per te!"
And she sighs, “Okay, okay…
I just want pizza… por favoreee!”

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Tiramisu is my tormenti!
Solo per clienti!
Maccheroni… sentimenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… hungry belly! 

Drive, drive, drive…
Past the beach and wine,
One day, somehow…
She’ll find that sign:
“Benvenuti… clienti tutti!”

Solo Per Clienti (French House Version)

I dont wanna be ur girlfriend

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!

Blame Game (Dance Version)

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