Chains on fresh Nikes, 
Pump the bass we gettin noisey, 
Babes all on me in the party, 
She shake it fast she goin' crazy, 

For the TikTok, No Rollie, 
Now she tryna get cozy, 
I’m a playboy with bad bunnies, 
Now shake it for me go crazy 

Shorty make it clap like Cardi, 
I’m in the VIP with the army, 
Takin' shots shots shots of Bacardi, 
Cuz we came here to muf*ckin party, 

F*ck n*gga wanna come try me, 
I’m in the back blacked out with my posse, 
She a fine lil thing, she a Barbie, 
She buss it down, drop it low, then put it on me, 

Verse 1

She be practicing at home for the TikTok, 
Then she do it for a n*gga with the wrist watch, 
She a bop, yeah lil shorty like to clique hop, 
I could never cuff her, never love her but I’d get top, 

Throwin' bands up that’s sky high, 
Keep it too clean, boy we stay fly, 
And she f*ckin wit the gang, no she can’t lie, 
See the money now she tryna hop in my ride, 

Miami she a party girl ain’t lookin for a guy, 
She just wanna bottle she just lookin for a vibe, 
Might f*ck around and vanish if you let her out ya sight, 
She boujee so you better treat her right, 

If she got a fatty she can place it in my coupe, 
Pocket full of gas I swear I’m tryna fill the room, 
Everybody litty ain’t no tellin what we’ll do, 
This ain’t new, this is really how we move, 

Chains on fresh Nikes, 
Pump the bass we gettin' noisey, 
Babes all on me in the party, 
She shake it fast she goin' crazy, 

For the TikTok, No Rollie, 
Now she tryna get cozy, 
I’m a playboy with bad bunnies, 
Now shake it for me go crazy 

Shorty make it clap like Cardi, 
I’m in the VIP with the army, 
Takin shots shots shots of Bacardi, 
Cuz we came here to muf*ckin party, 

F*ck n*gga wanna come try me, 
I’m in the back blacked out with my posse, 
She a fine lil thing, she a Barbie, 
She buss it down, drop it low, then put it on me, 

Verse 2
She make her body glide like a Rollie watch, 
No TikTok, she do it for the TikTok, 
Do it for the IG, 
Steady taking snapshots, 
Wrist filled with ice, 
Have her leaking from the pipe, 
Yeah I know she keep it tight, 

Like hello, 
You moving like some jello, 

Shorty real sweet, 
She a bad lil freak, 

Slim thick with it, 
Killin it, 
Trippin', 
She got me feeling it, 
Ice got her slipping', 
Now shorty gone get to grippin it, 

Shake it fast girl, gone and shake it fast, 
Can tell you like to party by the way you move that ass, 
Brought the gold bottles and I brought a lotta gas, 
And you know we came to party so I brought a lotta cash, 

If she got a fatty she can place it in my coupe, 
Pocket full of gas I swear I'm tryna fill the room, 
Everybody lit, ain't no telling what we do, 
This ain't new, this is really how we move! 

Chains on fresh Nikes, 
Pump the bass we gettin noisey, 
Babes all on me in the party, 
She shake it fast she goin crazy, 

For the Tik Tok, No Rollie, 
Now she tryna get cozy, 
I’m a playboy with bad bunnies, 
Now shake it for me go crazy 

Shorty it clap like Cardi, 
I’m in the VIP with the army, 
Takin shots shots shots of Bacardi, 
Cuz we came here to muf*ckin party, 

F*ck n*gga wanna come try me, 
I’m in the back blacked out with my posse, 
She a fine lil thing, she a Barbie, 
She buss it down, drop it low, then put it on me,

TikTok Rollie

Repíteme 
Eso que me hiciste aquella vez (nena)
Repíteme
Nadie como tú lo ha vuelto a hacer
Me gusta como tú y yo jugamos
Como cuando lento nos besamos 

Siempre me pones high
Me gusta tu style 
Cómo luces los nikes
Te pones sifrinai
Como tú nadie hay 
Si te voy a buscar
No me escribas por WhatsApp dímelo por telegram

Y lo hacemos privado
Desde hace rato tú me gustas demasiado 
Yo sé que esa noche no la has olvidado
Y aunque no estoy pegado, lo que te haré no te lo harán en otro lado 

Tú sabes lo que me inspiras
Mi cora explota cuando me miras
Por el insta te ves divina 
Pero en mi mente ni te imaginas 
Por eso quiero darle
Repitemelo vale
Si me dices que sí
Yo cambio to' los planes 
Así que porfa

Repíteme 
Eso que me hiciste aquella vez (nena)
Repíteme
Nadie como tú lo ha vuelto a hacer
Me gusta como tú y yo jugamos
Como cuando lento nos besamos 

Como bailarina
Tiene su rutina 
Desde abajo mira 
Ella lo domina
Le da como es 
Te deja en la esquina 
Pruébalo una vez 
Se vuelve adictiva 
Yeah

Como ella no hay dos
Le gusta el movimiento acelerado
No deja que cualquiera esté a su lado
Y si con alguien está (shh)
Siempre callado (yeah)

Repíteme 
Eso que me hiciste aquella vez (nena)
Repíteme
Nadie como tú lo ha vuelto a hacer
Me gusta como tú y yo jugamos
Como cuando lento nos besamos 

Repíteme 
Eso que me hiciste aquella vez (nena)
Repíteme
Nadie como tú lo ha vuelto hacer
Me gusta como tú y yo jugamos
Como cuando lento nos besamos 

JIMMIX
Urban fu$e
GYRO
Trappi

Repiteme

Repiteme - Ft. Trappi, Gyro OFFICIAL

Ugly houses wanted
Mucha lana

I buy ugly houses oh yeah 
cuz this where dough got founded 
I buy ugly houses oh yeah
Ain't sit around, on the couches
I buy ugly houses
cuz this where dough got founded
Ima run to ugly houses
Ain't sit around, on the couches
A bad prop retouched, like yeast, massive, fast grows, uh, 
Hands off  because I eat on passive cash flow
Seventy two's a beast in the castle,  
Givenchy, screw it, no need to dazzle 
Turn spending habits, into savings magnets, 
When I have it, never half it, them cravin' plastics
Ugly houses, dusty couches, yeah, 
Money loves me, so I put crowns 'round it, 
Trustee founded, surround system sounded, 
Do  it,  cuz a driven house smith (adlib: chuckle),
Make profit on it, see, water from faucet 
Yo even prophets probly woulda tossed it 

I buy ugly houses oh yeah 
cuz this where dough got founded 
I buy ugly houses oh yeah
Ain't sit around, on the couches
I buy ugly houses
cuz this where dough got founded
Ima run to ugly houses
Ain't sit around, on the couches

Went from ugly houses, 
Now spend it when we design it, 
Renovating we elevating, 
Up to where the clouds is, 

Out with the old, 
In with the new, 
Know what we gotta do, 
Smokin out all the roaches, 
We spraying gases dats potent, 

Gonna make a crib that’s fresher than the ocean, 
The foundation is strong, 
The heart of the house is broken, 

Hoping, that my people see the vision, 
We be on the mission, start the demolition, 
This ain’t about competition, 

Hey,paint it red or blue, 
Workin with my crew, 
All we gotta do is raise the bar & go and raise the roof
All we gotta do is raise the bar & go and raise the roof

I buy ugly houses oh yeah 
cuz this where dough got founded 
I buy ugly houses oh yeah
Ain't sit around, on the couches
I buy ugly houses
cuz this where dough got founded
Ima run to ugly houses
Ain't sit around, on the couches

I be hurray yeah, dough got compounded, 
Up the Himalayas, flow been accounted, 
Say, time is money I'm never wastin' 
Save a dime, funny see it lasts for generations 
Knowing, refined, vices, no desire 
Goals all aligned, all by design yah,  
My Karma's 8 hunnid,  never been declined nah,
MAGA, a great summit, let me remind ya 
Eyes on the prize, pyramid pride 
Despise all the divides 'n decries 
Hello? kin of mine, those who sit 'n whine
Hell! Omit the line, see who's fit 'n shine

Ugly Houses

Ugly Houses- OFFICIAL

Sick ‘n tired of being treated like a puppet yeah
Pickin’ front seat, it’s nice to pull the strings, I’ll run it yeah
Don’t need your cheers, Ima blow my own trumpet 
I won’t drink my tears just so you can profit, I won’t be your sad joker

When I was 8 pop said son you gotta learn a sport
Told me to be tough I could score points on the turf 
So I run fast in soccer, throw combos like a boxer 
Aim the target like a golfer judge good distance like an archer 
Got a bracer, two shin guards, chest guard and couple of knee sleeves, 
Headgear with a mouthpiece, armband wrapped in 105 degrees
Big Willie with my crew, never got a broken bone
Yeah filthy rig it just like a coup, yeah yours’ a stolen throne 
Now I’m risen from the tomb, man, my vision burns you flea 
You’re hidden in your broom while huntin’ on your knees
Don’t play ball with jokers I’ll be roarin’ standin’ tall 
Plantin’ law ‘n order winnin’ the war once ‘n for all

Sick ‘n tired of being treated like a puppet yeah
Pickin’ front seat, it’s nice to pull the strings, I’ll run it yeah
Don’t need your cheers, Ima blow my own trumpet 
I won’t drink my tears just so you can profit, I won’t be your sad joker
I’m more than just a pair of jacks, can’t run my life on your own track
I got more Square in my bag, (yeah) fun to get on an unknown hack
Had you on the gravy train, now watch me go against the grain
Now I compound my daily gain, try to match my show surely bend your brain

I been tripping on wet slippery promises yeah
I been sinking in the black hole, it’s pretty bottomless yeah
Big kabuki theater’s a breeder of swampy vulture, 
Eater of zombies creatures, a preacher of normie culture  
Overnight, cheese station up like a Satan 2 missile   
Can’t fight inflation with your IRA B loot triple 
Admit it I made it look easy on biggy unicycles
You clown even fell off your tiny tricycle
200 years of laissez-faire, free market, are you aware?
Nah, I doubt you haters care fillin’ ya pockets  with papers yeah, 
Fundin’ eyecare for spyware, uppin’ your malware for childcare
Your tent, that goes beyond repair worse off than a billionaire’s timeshare

Sick ‘n tired of being treated like a puppet yeah
Pickin’ front seat, it’s nice to pull the strings, I’ll run it yeah 
Don’t need your cheers, Ima blow my own trumpet 
I won’t drink my tears just so you can profit, I won’t be your sad joker
Joker, joker,  joker, can’t run my life on your own track
Joker, joker, fun to get on an unknown hack
Joker, joker, now watch me go against the grain
Joker, try to match my show surely bend your brain

Sad Joker

Ayana (aya)
Ayaka (raba)
Banasa (bara)
Ratata (saka)

One time for the dreams we've had
Two times for the love we've shared
Three times for the dreams we've seen
That came to pass with the ones we've loved
Four times for the present that we live in
Five times for the past that we're leaving
Six times for the wrongs we've corrected
Seven times for the life we've perfected

Our happiness is real
We're moving to our beat
We make our melodies
We're dancing off the heat
We've made our history,
A beauty for all sight
Have faith in victory,
It's our duty to fight

Just cuz we’re young
Yeah we're just having fun
We're never gonna stop
Even now at the top
Just cuz we’re young
Yeah we're just having fun
We're never gonna stop
Even now at the top
Just cuz we’re young
Yeah we're just having fun
We're never gonna stop
Even now at the top
Just cuz we’re young
Yeah we're just having fun
We're never gonna stop
Even now at the top

Ayana (aya)
Ayaka (raba)
Banasa (bara)
Ratata (saka)

Just cuz we’re young
Yeah we're just having fun
We're never gonna stop
Even now at the top
Just cuz we’re young
Yeah we're just having fun
We're never gonna stop
Even now at the top
Just cuz we’re young
Yeah we're just having fun
We're never gonna stop
Even now at the top
Just cuz we’re young
Yeah we're just having fun
We're never gonna stop
Even now at the top

Ayana (aya)
Ayaka (raba)
Banasa (bara)
Ratata (saka)

Just Cuz We're Young

Just Cuz We're Young [Extended Club Mix]

I once had a name in a voice I can’t find,
A hand in my own, wild eyes in the fire.
There was summer skin and winter knees,
A bike with no brakes then everything slowed.

He stops knocking, I stop locking,
We both hear the echo before the goodbye.
Their name unravels in a breath,
And Sunday still hums through the hall.

Sunday smells like him,
His sweater, wood smoke, and the cold he left behind.
It’s gone before it’s found, the more I chase, the less it stays.
So I just sit still beneath the weight of Sunday.

Not every goodbye put on a show,
No one sits on his side at night,
That room forgets how to glow,
Even the mirror forgets his face.

A flicker in shade, a touch like a flame,
A moment I hold that won’t come again.
I whisper to souls that stand in the doorway,
’Cause they always return on Sunday
But never for long.

Sunday

Sunday Jazz Ballad

Passacaglia - Handel/Halvorsen (Sunday Jazz Ballad)

This is the original Sunday taken from Handel's 4 bar Passacaglia Gm as arranged by Johan Halvorsen.

Sunday Original Sunrise

Passacaglia - Handel/Halvorsen (Sunday Original Sunrise)

The candle still burns as the fourth emotion drifts through the quiet. This is a lo-fi piano track designed for moments of stillness and deep focus, where every note floats like a memory you can almost touch.

Part of the 20-track Sunday project, each release captures a different emotional landscape through piano-led compositions. Sunday Lo-Fi blends warm, nostalgic tones with soft, minimalist textures-perfect for study, relaxation, meditation, or winding down at the end of the day.

🎧 Best for:
    Lo-fi study music
    Relaxing piano background music
    Calm focus & reading sessions
    Mindful breathing & meditation

Sunday Lo-Fi

Passacaglia - Handel/Halvorsen (Sunday Sunday Lo-Fi)

 Sunday Grace - a modern classical piano reflection on forgiveness and renewal, capturing the moment light returns after silence.

Sunday Grace is the 5th track from Sunday, a 20-track piano-led concept album exploring a single melodic motif through emotional, spiritual, and sonic evolution. While Sunday Reverence lingers in sacred stillness, Sunday Grace moves with light, a gentle reminder that even after silence, warmth returns.

It began with forgiveness…
Imagine someone whispering, “You’re forgiven.” The weight lifts, the heart softens, and light slowly filters back in. Each piano phrase carries that quiet renewal. not grandeur, but a soft, graceful healing that rises like dawn after the longest night.

That spark became Sunday, a project of 20 interpretations of the same melodic idea, exploring emotions like grief, clarity, longing, rest, awe, and renewal.

Sunday Special Edition

Sunday Grace

Passacaglia - Handel/Halvorsen (Sunday Grace)

Passacaglia – Handel/Halvorsen | Sunday Romance — a graceful piano waltz of intimacy and tenderness, capturing the quiet beauty of two souls moving together.

Sunday Romance is the 6th track from Sunday, a 20-track piano-led concept album reimagining Handel’s Passacaglia through emotional, spiritual, and sonic evolution. This piece paints love not as grandeur, but as intimacy — the kind of romance found in small gestures, in the gentle rhythm of two people breathing together.

It began with movement…
The piano rose like a dance, simple at first, then circling closer like two figures drawn into one another. Each phrase lingers with elegance, grace, and quiet warmth, a reminder that romance is both fragile and enduring.

✨ This Sunday Romance version:
Sunday Romance unfolds like a timeless waltz. Elegant and soft, it’s written to feel like candlelight in a ballroom or rose petals drifting across piano keys. A waltz in a French garden at golden hour. A whispered “I love you” in a quiet room. The final page of a love story that ends not in goodbye — but in eternal warmth.  A moment of connection, tender and emotional, where music becomes the language of love.

🎧 Best for:

Romantic evenings & candlelit dinners
Slow dancing or quiet reflection
Wedding moments, proposals, anniversaries
Emotional storytelling through music

📅 A new emotion rises every Saturday.
🔗 Listen to the full Sunday journey on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/0T4YnLnw4utsYD5vgrebMk?si=OgamQB3pT0a4rcfwXV-IEA

For fans of: Yiruma • Ludovico Einaudi • Joep Beving • Chopin Nocturnes • Max Richter • Olafur Arnalds • Keith Jarrett

🎹 Style: romantic piano / modern classical
🎼 Mood: Tender • Intimate • Graceful • Elegant • Emotional • Timeless

#SundayRomance #RomanticPiano #HandelPassacaglia #ModernClassical #EmotionalPiano #UrbanFuse

▶️ Stream or follow the project here: www.urban-fuse.com

Sunday Romance

Passacaglia - Handel/Halvorsen (Sunday Romance)

Sunday Stillness 
#RelaxingPianoMusic #MeditationMusic #modernclassical 

Passacaglia – Handel/Halvorsen | Sunday Stillness — a serene piano meditation where silence breathes through sound, offering peace, clarity, and quiet healing.

Sunday Stillness is the 7th track from Sunday, a 20-track piano-led concept album reimagining Handel’s Passacaglia through emotional, spiritual, and sonic evolution. Following the tender intimacy of Sunday Romance (Track 6) and the quiet forgiveness of Sunday Grace (Track 5), Sunday Stillness is the breath that follows, the sacred pause where silence itself becomes music.

It began with a hush…
The room glowed warm, shadows stretched softly across the floor, and the piano moved like a whisper. Not to dazzle or command, but to remind: stillness is not emptiness. It is the space where healing lingers.

✨ This Sunday Stillness version:
Elegant and meditative, Sunday Stillness is written as a gentle reflection like sunlight resting on quiet water. Each note unfolds slowly, graceful and unhurried, creating an atmosphere of peace, balance, and renewal.
🎧 Best for:
Meditation and mindful breathing
Quiet mornings & late-night reflection
Prayer, journaling, or yoga practice
Stress relief and relaxation

📅 A new emotion rises every Saturday.
🔗 Listen to the full Sunday journey on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/1FlqhkID5gKwRgEwAWKnzo?si=9SOTed0ETuWHfLNekuK7Bg

For fans of: Yiruma • Ludovico Einaudi • Joep Beving • Arvo Pärt • Max Richter • Olafur Arnalds • Keith Jarrett • The Sixteen

🎹 Style: meditative piano / modern classical
🎼 Mood: Peaceful • Serene • Graceful • Spiritual • Healing • Timeless

#SundayStillness #MeditativePiano #HandelPassacaglia #ModernClassical #RelaxingPianoMusic #UrbanFuse

▶️ Stream or follow the project here: www.urban-fuse.com

Sunday Stillness

Passacaglia - Handel/Halvorsen (Sunday Stillness)

🎹 Sunday Goodbye
#EmotionalPiano #ModernClassical #ContemporaryInstrumental

Passacaglia – Handel/Halvorsen | Sunday Goodbye — a cinematic farewell to everything left unsaid, where every note carries both release and remembrance.

Sunday Goodbye is the 8th track from Sunday, a 20-track piano-led concept album reimagining Handel’s Passacaglia through emotional, spiritual, and sonic evolution. Following the deep stillness of Sunday Stillness (Track 7) and the forgiving calm of Sunday Grace (Track 5), Sunday Goodbye closes a chapter — it’s the sound of letting go with tenderness, not despair.

It began with a single tear on the piano’s edge…
The light faded gently, the room filled with quiet gold, and the melody turned into memory. It wasn’t goodbye to love — only to the form it once held.

✨ This Sunday Goodbye version:
Intimate and cinematic, Sunday Goodbye was composed as an emotional epilogue — where grace meets grief and endings turn luminous. The harmonies unfold like a final embrace, moving between melancholy and peace, leaving behind both ache and acceptance.

🎧 Best for:

Reflective evenings and emotional release

Writing, painting, or creative contemplation

Healing after loss or transition

Meditation on closure and gratitude

📅 A new emotion rises every Saturday.
🔗 Listen to the full Sunday journey on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/1gLYrYQSxvE7A26n9yLoiZ?si=PUQdRkMlRYa33haytvjWBA

For fans of: Ludovico Einaudi • Max Richter • Joep Beving • Ólafur Arnalds • Yiruma • Nils Frahm

🎹 Style: emotive piano / modern classical
🎼 Mood: Bittersweet • Reflective • Cinematic • Graceful • Healing • Eternal

#SundayGoodbye #ModernClassical #HandelPassacaglia #EmotionalPiano #UrbanFuse #RelaxingPianoMusic

▶️ Stream or follow the project here: www.urban-fuse.com

Sunday Goodbye

Passacaglia - Handel/Halvorsen (Sunday Goodbye)

a cinematic whisper under a grey sky, where analog raindrops meet digital calm and memory slows to a heartbeat.

Sunday Rain (Lo-Fi Chill) is the 11th track from Sunday, a 20-track piano-led concept album reimagining Handel’s Passacaglia through emotional, spiritual, and sonic evolution.
Following the tender balance of Sunday Grace (Track 5) and preceding the fractured reflection of Sunday Glitch (Track 9), Sunday Rain becomes the quiet bridge, a breath between storms, where rhythm dissolves into reflection.

It began with a window half-open and the scent of rain in the air.
Each drop tapped a rhythm softer than words, turning routine into ritual, silence into song.
It wasn’t sadness; it was renewal disguised as stillness.

✨ This Sunday Rain version:
Lo-Fi and luminous, Sunday Rain (Lo-Fi Chill) was composed as a rainy-day meditation, piano textures wrapped in soft tape hiss, gentle vinyl crackle, and a pulse that feels human.
Its harmonies sway between melancholy and comfort, creating space for thought to slow and gratitude to surface.

🎧 Best for:

Late-night journaling or deep-focus work

Coffee rituals and rainy-window afternoons

Creative flow or emotional reset

Moments when peace sounds like background rain

Sunday Rain Lo-Fi Chill

Passacaglia-Handel/Halvorsen (Sunday Rain Lo-Fi Chill)

🎹 Sunday Childhood

#EmotionalPiano #ModernClassical #ContemporaryInstrumental

Passacaglia – Handel/Halvorsen | Sunday Childhood — a cinematic meditation on memory and belonging, where sound becomes light and love finds its echo across generations.

Sunday Childhood is the 13th track from Sunday, a 20-track piano-led concept album reimagining Handel’s Passacaglia through emotional, spiritual, and sonic evolution.
Following the glowing stillness of Sunday Reverence and the reflective hush of Sunday Stillness, Sunday Childhood arrives as a tender recollection, the moment where the piano remembers who first taught it to sing.

It began with a hallway and a faint melody drifting through sunlight.
The sound of small hands on old keys, laughter wrapped in dust, and breath held between notes.
It wasn’t nostalgia,  it was grace disguised as memory.
✨ This Sunday Childhood version:
Intimate and cinematic, Sunday Childhood was composed as a living memory, a dialogue between generations where melody becomes inheritance.
Its harmonies breathe warmth and fragility, hovering between innocence and reverence.
Every note carries the weight of love that endures beyond time, as if the room itself is remembering with you.

🎧 Best for:

Reflective mornings or quiet evenings

Journaling, painting, or family photo editing

Meditation on legacy and belonging

Emotional grounding before sleep

📅 A new emotion rises every Saturday.
🔗 Listen to the full Sunday journey on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/726sUqFavwzDnKCUVTO8WH?si=EenHBWVkSuex2kOSuBR0ow

For fans of: Ludovico Einaudi • Max Richter • Ólafur Arnalds • Joep Beving • Yiruma • Nils Frahm

🎹 Style: emotive piano / modern classical / cinematic ambient
🎼 Mood: Nostalgic • Warm • Reflective • Sacred • Familial • Eternal

#SundayChildhood #ModernClassical #HandelPassacaglia #EmotionalPiano #UrbanFuse #ContemporaryInstrumental #FamilyMemory #CinematicPiano

▶️ Stream or follow the project here: www.urban-fuse.com

Sunday Childhood

Passacaglia - Handel/Halvorsen (Sunday Childhood)

Sunday Prairie Grace
#EmotionalPiano #ModernClassical #ContemporaryInstrumental

Passacaglia – Handel/Halvorsen | Sunday Prairie Grace, a cinematic meditation on faith and freedom, where sunlight replaces candlelight and every note feels like the earth exhaling.

Sunday Prairie Grace is the 11th track from Sunday, a 20-track piano-led concept album reimagining Handel’s Passacaglia through emotional, spiritual, social, ecological and sonic evolution.

Following the gentle forgiveness of Sunday Grace and the reflective hush of Sunday Stillness, Sunday Prairie Grace arrives as the open-air prayer, the moment where sound steps beyond walls and discovers its horizon.

It began with a horizon stretching endlessly west.
The wind carried a melody older than memory, bending wheat and light the same way faith bends time.
It wasn’t a sermon; it was silence learning how to sing.

✨ This Sunday Prairie Grace version:
Expansive yet intimate, Sunday Prairie Grace was composed as a hymn of stillness, a dialogue between order and openness, between Handel’s symmetry and the American sky.
Its harmonies drift like clouds over gold fields, where grace is not whispered in temples but spoken by the wind itself.
Every chord feels like forgiveness unfolding slowly in light.

🎧 Best for:

Early-morning reflection or sunset drives
Writing, meditation, or creative grounding
Finding calm after change
Reconnecting with nature and inner faith

📅 A new emotion rises every Saturday.

🔗 Listen to the full Sunday journey on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/2LJyFA4pDlwRTvcRnG64Yx?si=LYs8OcHXR-694XP3fHzC8g

Sunday Prairie Grace

Passacaglia - Handel/Halvorsen (Sunday Prairie Grace)

Sunday Noel

#EmotionalPiano #ModernClassical #ContemporaryInstrumental #christmas 

Passacaglia – Handel/Halvorsen | Sunday Noel, a cinematic meditation on winter light and sacred ritual, where stillness becomes warmth and every note feels like a prayer answered.

Sunday Noel is the 13th emotion in Sunday, a 20-track piano-led concept album reimagining Handel’s Passacaglia through emotional, spiritual, social, ecological, and sonic evolution.

Following the hushed awe of Sunday Reverence — a musical plea lifted toward the heavens — Sunday Noel arrives as the response: the quiet miracle, the birth of Jesus Christ, the moment where light enters the world through silence.

Played forward, it is a Christmas ritual:
soft breath, candle glow, divine tenderness, the beginning hidden inside the end.

Played backward, it becomes creation itself: light emerging from darkness, the first pulse of the universe.

It began with a single glowing chord, like a star rising over a sleeping world.
The harmony widened, the air warmed, and the melody stretched into gentle augmentation, the sound of winter breath turning into hope.
It wasn’t nostalgia; it was renewal disguised as stillness.
This Sunday Noel version:
Intimate yet luminous, Sunday Noel was composed as a sacred winter tableau, a dialogue between ritual and revelation, where every hocket passes warmth from phrase to phrase like shared candlelight.
Its harmonies unfold slowly, glowing at the edges, as if the music itself remembers the night when heaven touched earth.
Every chord feels like peace returning, like a small miracle happening quietly in your hands.

🎧 Best for:
Slow mornings in December
Prayer, meditation, or nightly unwinding
Emotional grounding during winter months
Reflecting on gratitude, faith, and renewal
Candlelit evenings and quiet holiday rituals
📅 A new emotion rises every Saturday.

🎼 A Note on Augmentation & Hocket and Why They Matter in Sunday

The musical language of Sunday reaches back centuries. Two of its core techniques, augmentation and hocket, come from some of the earliest chapters of Western music.

Hocket, born in 12th–13th century medieval Europe, is the art of two voices passing a melody back and forth, one note at a time like shared breath. In Sunday Noel, the hocket becomes a symbol of light shared between souls, the way hope passes quietly from person to person, or from heaven to earth on the night Christ was born.

Augmentation, which rose in Renaissance and early Baroque counterpoint, stretches a melody into longer, slower phrases. In Sunday, augmentation becomes the sound of time widening, of stillness becoming sacred, the slowing of the world on that first Noel, and the long arc of creation itself when the album is played backward starting with Sunday Noel track.

Together, hocket and augmentation create the symbolic frame of the entire Sunday album:
+ connection  across generations
+ sound  becoming breath
+ prayer becoming light
+a  single theme transforming across 700 years, 20 emotions, and multiple worlds
They are reminders that even though the melody stays the same, the meaning evolves, just like grace itself.
🔗 Listen to the full Sunday journey on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5GK3x3BuFV8uoJIXuEPiMF?si=tfeXgZM4S5enYvnstKPoJA

Sunday Noel

Passacaglia-Handel/Halvorsen (Sunday Noel)

🎹 Sunday Reflection

#EmotionalPiano #ModernClassical #ContemporaryInstrumental

Passacaglia – Handel/Halvorsen | Sunday Reflection, a cinematic meditation on honesty, stillness, and the quiet work of the soul. This is the emotion where music stops speaking at you and begins listening with you, the moment where silence becomes a guide.

Sunday Reflection is the 14th emotion in Sunday, a 20-track piano-led concept album reimagining Handel’s Passacaglia through emotional, spiritual, social, ecological, and sonic evolution.

Following the miracle-soft glow of Sunday Noel, where a prayer finally receives its answer, Sunday Reflection arrives as the inward turning,  the moment after revelation, when the world is quiet again and you’re left with yourself.

Played forward, it is contemplation:
slow breath, soft light, truth surfacing gently from beneath your day.

Played backward, it becomes the soul’s first question, the beginning of longing, the seed of curiosity from which creation grows.

It began with a trembling chord suspended in air, a tone that felt like a thought arriving before language.
The harmony widened carefully, the rhythm loosened, and the melody stepped with reverence,
as if trying not to disturb a truth that hadn’t fully emerged yet. It wasn’t melancholy; it was clarity learning how to take shape.
This Sunday Reflection version:

Subtle yet deeply resonant, Sunday Reflection was composed as an aural mirror — a space where the listener and the music meet in quiet partnership.

🎧 Best for:

Early-morning stillness or late-night introspection
Journaling, meditation, or emotional grounding
Pausing before major decisions
Resetting your inner pace during transitional seasons
Quiet rooms, warm lights, reflective evenings

Sunday Reflection

Passacaglia-Handel/Halvorsen (Sunday Reflection)

Nếu anh xù thì  xù đi
Nếu anh xù chẵng có chi
Anh xù em còn tá chị sexy
Anh Xù đi, thế thôi xù đi
 
Verse 1
Nè sao anh không có nhiều âu yếm, 
Nựng em, mơn trớn, chờ em đến, 
Diệu kỳ như xưa, lúc mới quen
Hái hoa, xăng đón em, theo xát em sáng đêm
Nè sao anh không có làm em sướng, 
Nịnh em, non-stop, chuyện hoa bướm,
đẹp đôi quá thôi, ai cũng nói ghét ghê
hai đứa chúng bây, san sát sao quá phê

Em cùng chơi Mơ, Na, Đào, Thơm 
Me, Hồng, Sơ Ri oh la la la la 
Tụi em cùng vui, la la la la
Quýt, Bí thêm Dâu, oh la la la la la
Em cùng chơi Mơ, Na, Đào, Thơm 
Me, Hồng, Sơ Ri oh la la la la 
Tụi em cùng vui, la la la la
Quýt, Bí thêm Dâu, oh la la la la la

Chorus

Nếu anh xù thì  xù đi
Nếu anh xù chẵng có chi
Anh xù em còn tá chị sexy
Anh Xù đi, thế thôi xù đi
Nếu anh xù thì  xù đi
Nếu anh xù chẵng có chi
Anh xù em còn tá chị sexy
Anh Xù đi, thế thôi xù đi

Bây giờ thì anh, nhậu nhẹc đàn ca,
đi làm thì không thèm gọi người ta
Cũng quên luôn, em thích ăn thứ chi
Chỉ lo cho cái thân anh thế thôi

Verse 2
Chị cho em son phấn dầu thơm Pháp 
tặng hoa, xoa bóp, không hấp tấp,
Gọi thăm em, nấu cháo cho em nè,
thoa trán em, chơm chớp không muốn khoe,
Chị cho em hai vé mình coi hát
cười vui quên hết buồn tan nát
đẹp tam quá thôi, ai cũng nói ghét ghê
Mấy đứa chúng bây, san sát sao quá phê

Chorus

Nếu anh xù thì  xù đi
Nếu anh xù chẵng có chi
Anh xù em còn tá chị sexy
Anh Xù đi, thế thôi xù đi
Nếu anh xù thì  xù đi
Nếu anh xù chẵng có chi
Anh xù em còn tá chị sexy
Anh Xù đi, thế thôi xù đi

Này người yêu sao oán trách anh quá nhiều 
Em cứ nhõng nhẽo làm nũng quá yêu kiều
Anh đâu có biết em lúc nào cũng muốn chiều
Thế nên làm ngơ thử coi nàng có làm liều

Không thấy nàng hồi âm, cũng lạ nhỉ
Em muốn uống milk tea hay ăn quà gì
Muốn mua thứ gì Fendi hay Gucci
Ai ngờ nàng lại giận nói với anh là xù đi

Em ơi anh đang tới trên con xe mới
Em đang bên niềm vui mới cho anh chơi với
Mấy cô này là ai mà trông thật phơi phới
Hồ là phải bơi sống là không có chờ đợi

Nghĩ đến dâu tây nhưng mà anh lại nhớ em
Nhìn thấy chuối ta nhưng mà em lại muốn kem
Em muốn chơi 12 ngay và luôn khiến anh thèm
Đêm nay anh sẽ xù nhưng qua ngày mai anh lại yêu em ha 

Chorus

Nếu anh xù thì  xù đi
Nếu anh xù chẵng có chi
Anh xù em còn tá chị sexy
Anh Xù đi, thế thôi xù đi
Nếu anh xù thì  xù đi
Nếu anh xù chẵng có chi
Anh xù em còn tá chị sexy
Anh Xù đi, thế thôi xù đi

Outro

Nếu anh xù, không có chi đâu
Nếu anh xù, thiếu gì người 
Anh xù em, ơ không cần
Anh Xù đi, xù thì thôi
Nếu anh xù thì xù đi
Nếu anh xù chẵng có chi
Anh xù em còn tá chị sexy
Anh Xù đi, thế thôi xù đi
Nếu anh xù  xù đi

Xù

Xù-OFFICIAL

When you love someone so much you just want to take care of everything for them, A2Z.

A2Z (feat. Yellow)-OFFICIAL

ĐAU
Music   lyrics: Suzanna Lam/Tuan Trần

Verse 1. 
Hôm nay tin anh nhắn, ôi sao đau lòng , tràn đầy nước mắt 
Anh đã cho em bài ca, hát riêng tặng  em, nay xa mãi xa,
kỹ niệm, 
Ngày hôm qua anh vẫn nói yêu em chung tình hoài hoài bé nhé.
Anh hứa yêu em, bờ môi rã rời, giờ thôi, anh không cũa tôi, em khóc thương cho tình đầu làm
Chorus: em đau, một mình, đau, câu hứa khi xưa anh quên đêm mưa buồn tênh, ai bên với anh tối na?, lạnh lùng, em đau, một mình, đau ,em cố quên đi môi luyến, tim em buồn nghe mưa rơi mái hiên, 
Post Chorus: bây giờ, vẫn đau, khi nào, hết đau, hết đau, 
Bridge: đau, nhớ anh, đau, nhớ anh, dau, nhớ anh nhieu, nhớ, nhớ anh
Rap : trên con đường cũ  , anh vẫn còn chờ em 
kỷ niệm bị che phủ , nhưng anh ko bao giờ quên 
người con gái luôn ở trong tim dù chỉ là anh mắt 
đã làm anh say đắm dù cho con tim bị em đánh cắp 
anh vẫn đợi em , từng chiều mưa ngâu 
những gì mình cho nhau , anh vẫn yêu đậm sâu 
dòng đời có đẩy đưa con đường 2 ta vội vàng đi 
hãy để anh là người lau khô nước mắt ỡ trên hàng mi 

Verse 2. 
Hôm nay em đau đớn, trong cơn ghen hờn, thù này quá lớn!!!
Hai lối đi, ai lầm sai? ái ân tàn phai, em đôi mắt nai, đã chai,
Lầm, 
Hôm qua, em trao biết bao nhiêu, yêu nhiều, người còn thấy thiếu,  Em sống trong nôi tình yêu, tung tăng tình kêu, em say, kéo duyên, em khóc thương cho tình đầu làm
Chorus: em đau, một mình,  đau, câu hứa khi xưa anh quên đêm mưa buồn tênh ai bên với anh? tối nay, lạnh lùng, đau, một mình, em đau, em cố quên đi môi luyến, tim em buồn nghe mưa rơi mái hiên, 

Rap: Yeah, Anh biết đường đời còn dài , dù hiện tại em có đang thương ai 
Thì tình cảm này luôn không phai ,
Anh vẫn  luôn đợi em ở trong tương lai 
Và anh ko muốn thấy em khóc vì  người không đáng , phải chạy theo bóng dáng ai kia 
quên đi mất chính bản thân mình đừng biến cuộc sống của mình thành vô nghĩa  
cho anh thêm 1 cơ hội , xin đừng chia tình ra thành hai lối 
xin người đừng cất bước quay đi vội , anh chỉ muốn có em ở đây thôi 
hãy để cho anh là người dẫn lối , đưa em xa khỏi đêm đông tăm tối 
Nắm tay anh đi qua vùng trời mới , yên bình là đây ko phải xa xôi 
Thanh xuân này có được mấy mùa , anh muốn nói cho cả thế giới biết 
Anh yêu em nhiều biết đền chừng nào nguyện thề bên em cho đến hết kiếp
Muốn làm một điểm tựa là người luôn che chở cho con đường em qua 
Anh là người xua tan băng giá , buồn phiền kia rồi cũng trôi xa 
Hãy mạnh mẽ như em đã từng , đừng để nụ cười kia tàn phai 
Nếu mất em thì cả cuộc đời anh không nhận ra được mình là ai 
Nắm tay anh và trao cơ hội để quảng đường còn lại tươi đẹp hơn 
Trao cho em từng chiếc hôn nhẹ nhàng tựa vào nhau dưới ánh hoàng hôn

Outro:
đau, nhớ anh, đau, nhớ anh, đau, nhớ anh nhiều, nhớ, nhớ anh

Đau

Đau (Feat. Tra Mi & Yellow) - Official

I sat on a balcony
Watching the sea sunset brought back memories
Of the time when we drew our names
On white sand ‘n smiled, then held our breath
To see who'd last the longest, and for breakfast, 
Sunny-side up, miss that so much 
Oh, I never told you your empathy
And being there meant everything to me
I falsely lied, you're my phone, long gone tonight  
I wait for your post to like,
Wish I could snapchat the bad times, and say things over, better 

To recreate a brand new ending yeah
Happier Ending yeah
To recreate a brand new ending
Happier Ending
To recreate a brand new ending

Waking up, calling out your name
The same house, so empty, I’m not the same
You left behind my wrongs, you're totally right
Yeah, I was fronting, ruling, picking a fight,
Regretter till the end of time, I'll never find  
Another you to be forever mine, 
'Cus my brain thinks more than my heart feels,
When you're the best, the only one that's real
I falsely lied, you're my phone, long gone tonight  
I wait for your post to like,
Wish I could snapchat our bad times, over,  

To recreate a brand new ending
Happier Ending
To recreate a brand new ending
Happier Ending
To recreate a brand new ending
Happier Ending
To recreate a brand new ending
Happier Ending
To recreate a brand new ending

Aimless shadow
Deserted road
Lump in my throat 
But we'll recreate, a brand new ending
Happier happier 
To recreate a brand new ending yeah
Happier happier happier
To recreate a brand new ending yeah

DLW2

Recreate (a brand new ending)

Recreate (A brand new ending)- Official

NO LUCK
Music/lyrics: Gia Hao Tran, James Pak, Nguyen Nguyen, Suzanna Lam

And Ima roll Ima roll Ima roll now
Bitch I got no luck gridin' neva slow down
And Ima roll Ima roll Ima roll now
Bitch I got no luck gridin' neva slow down

My show was sold out, them haters bow down
Let shawty count the stack when I do the countdown
Viet Sick we in the South, keep making Momma proud
Daddy still got my back, he deserves a shout out
So watch me ballin’, up till the morning
Spend whole weekend at Lush, but my mind still working
Rozay the feeling, Belaire I'm sippin'
Money the healing, hotels I'm flippin'
Friends turn to haters, they jelling me getting the papers
Fuck you and your Insta, no more giving favors
Cuz I don't give a damn, Saigon vẫn đẹp man
Wordwide reppin' the S, this is how we run the game 

I don't believe in luck I believe in hustle
Tell me if you wanna live in a fucking trouble
Gimme a single one Ima turn to hunnid
I don't fuck with the fame I just keep it loyal

And Ima roll Ima roll Ima roll now
Bitch I got no luck gridin' neva slow down
And Ima roll Ima roll Ima roll now
Bitch I got no luck gridin' neva slow down

Zero for the luck, hundred for the work I've done eh
Tryna catch me up, I'm a young G O D
Leaving you all behind, keep barking on me
Artist flow in my mind, I aint tryna copy
Twenty four seven I keep myself busy
People think I'm crazy it's all for the money
I've been there, I see it I grab it 
Live life to the fullest,no time for some bullshit we own it
Rappers be like everywhere,fake or real it's too hard to share
Fuckbois wearing trendy shit, begging your Mama for cash till the end
Hustle cuz I keep it real, smoking them kush and I chill, homies around, my voice will be light up the crowd
My name will be shouted, that's what I been tryna rebound
My body's the future my style is the past 
Cobain is my ego my soul is Tupac
I'm flying so high bitch I never look back
One day I'll go Platinum with bunch of my tracks
Keep digging keep grinding, twenty eight my words be shining
I'm thankful for them haters, bitch Imma pass you while I'm blindfolded
Them Grammy is what I'll be holding, on a Rari full of does I'm rolling
My days were dark, it was tough I know that, but now I'm rocking with the best above me

And Ima roll Ima roll Ima roll now
Bitch I got no luck gridin' neva slow down
And Ima roll Ima roll Ima roll now
Bitch I got no luck gridin' neva slow down

Neh haimoni and habogi nah jurma satanha (I love my grandma and grandpa)
Cause they were raisin me 
Neh abogi om nun de (when my dad wasn’t there)
Neh omuni grind all the hour till she bleed 
(My mom was working)
All the moves  I do for her I’m  makin my own legacy 
Check it 
Everything I did with purpose  never needed luck 
Learning from my mom, this male Joy Luck Club 
I went from nothin to a football College scholarship 
Skippin parties never drinking had to focus in 
It’s never handed to me Know I be the star of my own movie 
Rap Bruce Lee made a routine reppin all my people honestly and so truly 
I'm from the gritty, die a legend though RIP to Nipsey 
I gotta do it for the family do it for the city
 
I don't believe in luck I believe in hustle
Tell me if you wanna live in a fucking trouble
Gimme a single one Ima turn to hunnid
I don't fuck with the fame I just keep it loyal

And Ima roll Ima roll Ima roll now
Bitch I got no luck gridin' neva slow down
And Ima roll Ima roll Ima roll now
Bitch I got no luck gridin' neva slow down

I don't believe in luck I believe in hustle
I don't fuck with the fame I just keep it loyal
Ima roll Ima roll Ima roll now
Bitch I got no luck gridin neva slow down

DLW 2

No Luck (feat. Kal, Papiwine & NyuKyung)

NO LUCK (feat. Kal, Papiwine & NyuKyung)- OFFICIAL

Music & Lyrics:  Dai Huynh, Luu Dang, Phuong Tran, Suzanna Lam

1, 2, show 'em the door show em show 'em what's in store,
Roar on the court soar higher on the scoreboard
Show 'em the door, show 'em show em what's in store,
Morph from the floor scorch fire on the scoreboard, let 'em know what this is like(2x)

Verse 1

Đưa cho tao cây Microphone  (gimme the microphone)
Như bóng vào tay từ Lozon Ball (like the ball in the hand of Lozon)
Xuất phát từ 0 và tao trong trạng thái (starting from zero and I'm feeling it)
Cảm xúc bùng lên và tao no control (I'm on fire I have no control)
Cách tao bắt bước và tao lướt từ xa (the way I step and flow my ball from far behind)
Qua hàng phòng ngự từ vạch ném là ba (pass your defense, hit it score 3 points from behind)
Cơ hội lần này .... không nên bỏ lỡ (this opp shouldn't miss it)
Âm thanh đang nghe tiếng hò hét và la (loud noises cheer me up, yeah yell)
! Ok ! Ok ! Tao đang nóng  (Ok OK I'm on fire)
Tên lửa tầm nhiệt đưa lên phóng  (like a hot rocket being launched)
Hiệu ứng hoà theo như cơn sóng (the harmonic effect follows the waves)
Âm nhạc thật thụ đang sinh sống (music is alive)
Giây phút quyết định , là thời khắc nguy hiểm (The moment of decision, is a dangerous moment)
Chưa đủ nhiệt độ , thì đừng cố suy diễn, ̣(if don't know, don't try hard to explain it)
Nếu có khả năng ? Cứ thi triển (If possible? Just do it)
Hãy mau nhìn vào tao , đây là cách ghi điểm (Please look at me, this is how to score)

Hook 2:
Verse 2

Và tao lại bước lên không cần ngước ,Vỗ ngực tự hào
Tao lao thẳng tới vạch đích mọi thứ do tao tự tạo
mày nhìn xem khi xung quanh mọi thứ thay đổi vì tao
Tao đốt cháy cả một khu vực không cần cứu hỏa thì sao ???
trên đường đua tao không thường thua , điều chắc chắn
Có những thứ mày không thể mua , đừng đắng thắng ,
yah 1 life and 1 shot , tao bận tỏa sáng đêm nay 
hennessy thì vẫn cứ rót chắp cánh giai điệu thêm bay . 
nói tao nghe tụi mày đang thấy gì ngay ở trong khoảnh khắc đó 
đến bên anh đi baby , mọi thứ với anh không chắc khó .
 đây là cách tao ghi điểm , luôn ấn tượng trong khi diễn 
bỏ qua đi hết lời ngụy biện , phong cách tao chơi thật uyển chuyển
có công mài sắt thì có ngày mày như tao nè
đứng dậy mà đấu , để tinh thần không hư hao 
sống ngẩng cao đâu vì mục đích để ta truyền lại 
Tung hô trong chiến thắng để người đời gọi ta huyền hoại .

Hook 3

Châu á da vàng tụi tao vương ra xa (We yellow Asians we shoot for the moon)
Sức công phá cả ngàn từ bên trong câu ca (This deadly force comes from within our music)
Tiếng la hét reo hò khán đài tung ra hoa (They cheer us from the bench celebrating with confetti falling from above like flowers)
Nhiệt huyết tuổi trẻ tụi tao không ba hoa (Our youth energy ain't here to brag)
Qua nơi đây tung hô khi tao chơi trên sân (On the court we're here to play)
Trong bao nhiêu lâu tao nuôi đam mê thì đây là nơi quên thân (For as long as I have the passion, this is the place to forget myself)
Tao tung bay vương cao, như đang đi trên mây (I fly high, as if walking on clouds)
Nghe âm thanh tao ngân vang với míccro trên tay. (Listen to the sound of me singing with the microphone in hand)
Tao xuất phát từ ngoài kia khu miền Nam Việt Rap (I come from "outside" the South Vietnamese Rap area)
Tao luyện tập đến trời khuya, không rảnh lo việc khác (I practice till late at night, not worrying about other things)
Tao bỏ hết phiền lo cùng những quan niệm khác (I put away all worries and other concepts)
Cùng nhau đi kiếm đống tiền to và tạo ra kiệt tác (Let's go get big money together and create masterpieces)
Tao dâng hiến cả tuổi trẻ... Không hề tiếc (I dedicate my youth ... No regrets)
Và Quá trình để đạt được... Không thể viết (And The process to achieve ... Unable to write)
Tao đánh đổi những chuyện...Không kể hết (I sacrifice things ... plentiful, can't list them all)
Việc tao làm là ghi điểm nên tao không thể chết (My goal is to score, so I can't die)

Scoreboard Ghi Điểm

Scoreboard-(Vietnamese Mix) Ghi Điểm OFFICIAL

Music/Lyrics: James Pak, Micheal Gueche, Morya Chanda,  Suzanna Lam 

I'm working every day, don't sleep in the night.
I am a warrior and in a fight not to survive.
Still  working making money and interests
And I am no more gambling with  money I invest. 
If you wanna be successful and if you wanna grow.
I got this revelation and you have to know.
You wanna know the truth, invest, you will grow.
Because you have to know how you got to grow ehh!
Financial literacy giving you the  skills for you to succeed 
I am no more working for money but money works for me.
Investing in  equity, intellectual properties.
Looking for cash flow, make the business grow. 
From zero to hero, now I am a big boss

Mankind sick in da head… We all sick in da mind. 
Some got Covid-19, r.i.p to those who’ve died. 
Man I’ve been on my grind… stay at home yah  
Do my homework, yeah, assassin mode, ninja! Yah.

Woah play no games 
I put in work every single day 
This took time on the path to be great 
Now I body anybody trynna get in my way 
Came out of nowhere. Where I been you don’t wanna go there
 Risked my life to be here Had to kill the old me 
Throw a rock in the mirror Ah Oh Ah Oh Yah 
Only competition! Me! Nobody else 
I'm rolling like a ninja got maximum stealth 
Made sacrifices. Kill like Isis 
Disciplined now I’m one the nicest 
Made a choice I avoid any self harm 
Extreme yah I am but I beat y’all 
From the gutta treat the hood like my dojo 
Weren’t there you get cropped like a photo 
Long nights in my room saw no light 
Had enough told my mom we'll be alright 
Now I’m bigger than big and losing ain’t in my vocabulary 
All we do is win no curse for my next of kin 
Got a new crib and it’s decadent 
I been grinding every day just like a ninja 
I just roll in silent for my kill like a ninja 
Wining is a habit so I mastered this shit 
I was trained to be best ain’t no luck when I win 

Mankind sick in da head… everybody's sick in da mind. 
Some got Covid-19, r.i.p to those who’ve died. 
Man I’ve been on my grind, stay at home yah, 
Do my homework, yeah, assassin mode, ninja! Yah.

I been on my own 
Find me home alone.
I got nowhere to go
That’s just how it go
Anonymously
That’s the way I live
Moving low key
Like I’m 'bout to make a kill
 
Mankind sick in da head… everybody all sick in da mind. 
Some got Covid-19, r.i.p to those who’ve died. 
Man, I’ve been on my grind… stay at home yah, yah.  
Do my homework... Assassin mode

Ninja

NINJA - OFFICIAL

Music/Lyrics:  Suzanna Ngoc Lam

You whispered what's your wish for Christmas 
Your voice so amazing, my cheeks were blushing
Don't worry keep your money
Don't need retail therapy
Love’s always free 
Oh la la ooh those emojis 
I’m not naughty, you’re just a hottie 
Santa's watching closely 
Glad to be on his nice list
Please don't skip my wish

I wish for a candy candy cane
Without a wrapper, between your lips
Heart beats skipping
Our treat dripping
Ooh, candy cane.
  
Loving me is quite simple 
Put your peace in me like a puzzle
Can  you draw me a bath
After  the sheets are wrinkled 
Then make my eyes twinkle
Then tell me I smell like lilies
My silky skin makes pillows jelly 
Time flies, hours go by
Press against my body
Until it's time for morning coffee 

I wish for a candy candy cane
Without a wrapper, between your lips
Heart beats skipping
Our treat dripping
Ooh, candy cane
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, candy cane
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, candy cane
Ooh, ooh, candy cane 
Ooh ooh candy cane 
Ooh ooh ooh ooh candy cane 

I see you, always be mine 
We belong, together, forever
Yeah, be mine, ai ai ai ai ai 
Forever and ever, er er er
We take the simple little
Things that we have in life
And  we make them our best 
We can be one of a kind

Dripping, dripping, dripping
Skipping, skipping, skipping
Dripping, skipping, dripping
Skipping, dripping, skipping
Ooh candy cane

Merry Nutcracker Christmas

Candy Cane

Candy Cane-OFFICIAL

Urban Fu$e began as a multicultural music collective, drawing talent from Nigeria, the Bahamas, Nashville, London, Saigon, and Florida fusing global influences across hip-hop, dance, and pop.
But in recent years, UF has evolved into the creative studio and artistic home of Suzanna Lam, a composer–producer exploring modern classical, cinematic piano, and long-form conceptual storytelling.

Her latest project, Sunday, is a 20-track piano-led cycle reimagining Handel’s Passacaglia through emotional, spiritual, and sonic evolution. Each track represents a different “emotion,” forming a narrative journey across stillness, memory, nature, grief, light, and transcendence.

From dance floors to prairies, from glitch to grace Urban Fu$e is still a fusion.
The fusion just grew deeper, more personal, and infinitely more cinematic.

URBAN FU$E

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