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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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No Friends at the Party

🔥🥵 CAUTION: THIS TRACK MAY MELT YOUR DANCEFLOOR.
“Boiling Bones” is not responsible for spontaneous combustion, broken fans, or the mysterious disappearance of clothing.

A dangerously steamy French House banger served straight from the disco furnace, this track delivers lava-hot basslines, filter-fried synths, and a soul diva vocal so fierce, it might set off your smoke alarm. It’s the sound of two bodies colliding in 40°C shade, when flirtation turns into ritual, and rhythm replaces common sense.

From golden hour to golden thighs, this anthem has everything:
💃 hips that move like honey on vinyl
🔥 grooves that smelt your willpower
🎤 vocals that slap harder than a sunburn at noon

By the time the chorus hits — “Let your bones boil, baby!” — you’ll be too sweaty to care and too far gone to stop. Perfect for rooftop raves, forbidden kisses, or dancing through heatwaves in nothing but your intentions.

Warning: May cause overheating, neighbor complaints, and irrational love confessions.

Lyrics:

You walk in like the heatwave’s king
Golden sweat, that summer sting
Eyes lock — my pulse goes wild
Bassline hits and the air gets styled

Body slow like honey on chrome
You say my name and I lose control
No breeze, no break, no shade to find
Just hips in time and hearts aligned

Snap that fan — too late, too hot
One more move, I’m gonna blow my top
Skin’s on fire, lips like wine
Boy, this heat? It's by design

🎶 Let your bones boil, baby — feel that heat!
Let the rhythm take over, move those feet
We got fever where the sun can’t go
Heartbeats slammin’ like a stereo
Let your bones boil, baby — don’t you stop!
Got that lava love, let it bubble and pop
We’re burnin’ up, deep in our zones
Turn it up, turn it loose — these boiling bones! 🎶

Back to back, chest to flame
We don’t talk — we play the game
Silk on skin, sweat on lace
You drop that beat, I drop my grace

Neon glows on my caramel thighs
His hands preach fire and no goodbyes
One last touch, I might combust
When the groove is gold, surrender’s a must

Bend with the bass, roll with the heat
That smelting love, oh, it's bittersweet
No rules, no fears, no cooling zone
We dance like gods on a furnace throne

🎶 Let your bones boil, baby — feel that heat!
Let the rhythm take over, move those feet
We got fever where the sun can’t go
Heartbeats slammin’ like a stereo
Let your bones boil, baby — don’t you stop!
Got that lava love, let it bubble and pop
We’re burnin’ up, deep in our zones
Turn it up, turn it loose — these boiling bones! 🎶

🎶 Boiling, boiling... oh, we boiling bones...
In the fire, we made a home…
Groove so hot, it carved in stone…
Let your bones boil, baby... all night long… 🎶

Boiling Bones

🍕 “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)

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Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

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