This is too much for me , I can’t rn 😂😂

Outgrowme

Awa(y)ke slowed

Denial sped up

Fantasy

Awa(y)ke sped up

Light Blue

Ndiyeye

I DONT WANNA BE YOUR FRIEND - might delete later

SpongeBob SquarePants .wav

Please don’t upset me

Twinkle  twinkle little star , yes I wonder how you are. 

Nights like these

To all the niggas that did me dirty eish 😪

Doremi

WIFI

DISTANCE

its my FAULT

please answer all my questions,  I just wanna know where it all went wrong damnn

I want to know

Call me when you want me to come

BIG TALK , BOY


It’s cold now. The words, the silence, the space between them. I don't know what this was supposed to be anymore, but it doesn’t feel like love. If it ever was, you should’ve said so. If it wasn’t, you should’ve said that too. This one’s for everything I didn’t get back ,  the warmth, the truth, the care.
HANDICHADA 
DAMN 


Handichada


Just an idea, but the pain was real,
A beat I made so I could feel.
I write of wounds, I sing of ache,
Of giving love that others break.

Maybe my heart just gives too much,
To hands too cold, too scared to touch.
And that’s okay , it’s part of me,
But I won’t keep bleeding quietly.

This track won’t drop, not now, not yet,
It’s just a vow I won’t forget.
A song I play to hear me say:
“Love selfishly ,  take back your day.”


Ndi ndatererah (IDEA)


In February, things went south.
I broke your heart 
not out of malice,
 just… miscommunication.
We both knew it was something we could’ve talked about.
Something small, something fixable.

But I took things out of proportion.
I know I played my part.
And maybe if we had just sat down, really listened…
Things wouldn’t have ended the way they did.

But hey 
such is life.
At least I got to make this pretty little song out of the mess.
And I still think about you.
You know I do.

Something we can talk about

What Is Next
What’s the next honesty in my life?
Music has always been therapy for me 
 beauty I can hold when nothing else makes sense.
But I want more. I want it to reach. I want it to touch.
I don’t want to leave this world without leaving something beautiful behind.
Something true.

I’ve made mistakes.
Said things. Done things.
Hurt people I wish I could apologize to in every language.
But I’m trying to grow.

I hope I get better at this.
I hope I make music that matters 
from BandLab to big stages.
I hope I take my mama out the hood.
I hope someone finds me and sees what I see.
Scratch that 
what I feel.
Because I know I’m talented.
I just don’t want to jinx it. I don’t want to fall in love with pride before I’ve built something real.

So, what is next?
How do I move? Who do I talk to? Where do I go from here?
Only God knows.
But I’m still writing. Still trying. Still here.

WHAT IS NEXT


If you wanted to, you would’ve.
You could’ve messaged me. 
You could’ve replied. 
You could’ve had me 
I wanted you. I showed you. I made it loud.
And now? Now I’m just here wondering what the hell I even saw in you.

Lord knows why I stayed.
I’m tired of speaking in Morse code, tired of decoding your crumbs.
You send smoke signals like we’re in a war film.
I can’t read smoke, baby. 
I need real sentences.

This is the last smoke signal I’m sending.
I hope you get it.
I hope you understand it.
If not… good luck out there in your little fog machine of confusion.
I’m done translating silence.

Smoke Signals


Do you pray, baby?
Do you pray for me?
Because I do 
Every day.
I don't just want something cute or casual.
I want love that moves heaven.
Love that’s holy, haunted, and human.

Pray for me like I’m your salvation.
Want me like your spirit can’t rest without mine.
I want to be wanted in ways that feel divine 
Not just touched, but lifted.
Not just kissed, but consecrated.

This isn’t just a song.
It’s a plea, a psalm, a spell.
Send me to heaven in my own bed.
 Let the angels watch in awe 


PRAY

Damn. I have so many regrets.
So many things I wish I said sooner 
or did sooner , just to let you know I liked you.
But then again... was it not obvious?
Who knows.

Thank you for always coming to pick me up.
Even when you're not on time 
 it’s okay.
We never have enough time anyway.
That’s the sad part, right?
When you want to be around someone and it just... never feels like enough.
Too short. Too fast. Always running out.

I hope you know now.
Even if someone else is reading this 
I kinda hope you are.
But still...

It’s okay that we’re just friends.
Really.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
(Except maybe I would. But I won’t.)

we JUST friends? (LIVE PERFORMANCE EDIT)


I’d go with you anywhere.
To the depths, to the fire, to the edge of my good sense.
Some might call it foolish 
this kind of love that follows without a map,
but I’ve already packed my bag.
I’m standing at the door.
Just say the word, and I would leave it all behind.

Love like this doesn’t ask for logic.
It just leaps.
It walks straight into the unknown,
like a lamb to the slaughter,
like a fool with hope in both hands.

I’d follow you headfirst,
praying you catch me.
And maybe one day 
 who knows 
we’ll be married.
A house on a hill.
Rafters that echo with laughter and slow songs.

But for now, it’s just another love song.
Another quiet promise in a loud world.
And maybe we’ll never get there…
but God, I hope we do.

ANOTHER LOVE SONG

It’s all about timing, isn’t it?
Right person, wrong lifetime.
Right love, wrong season.
We bloomed before we were ready 
too young, too stubborn,
too human to hold something this delicate.

I never meant to hurt you.
Not in this life.
Not in any.

But maybe…
in another universe,
we got it right.
Maybe somewhere, we held on.
Maybe there, we didn’t let fear speak louder than love.

And in that world 
you’re still smiling at me from across the kitchen,
still finishing my sentences,
still tracing the shape of us like a sacred thing.
Maybe we’re growing old.
Softly.
Sweetly.

But here?
In this life?


I just hope the version of me out there 
the one who got it right 
loves you the way you deserve.
The way I always wanted to.

IN THIS LIFE. (LIVE PERFORMANCE EDIT)

ON MY LIFE

You weren’t who you said you were.
You weren’t who I loved.
But I did love you.
God, I did.

You were all I knew 
 until all I knew was pain.
And now I’ve learned the cruelest lesson:
when you teach someone love with poison in your hands,
don’t be shocked when they start spitting venom back.

This track?
She’s pretty, but dangerous.
Like a rose with a blade tucked in the stem.
Written for a stunning comic called Sable (stay tuned),
and for anyone who’s ever wanted revenge
but chose rhythm instead of ruin.

There’s too much poison in this world.
Too many people bleeding on people who didn’t cut them.
Hurt people hurt people 
and sometimes the most beautiful songs are born in the ugliest places.

But hey.
At least I made pain sound good.

POISON/PAIN

Once upon a time, there was this guy.
He made music, thought he was that guy.
And for the longest time, I let him think it.

He knew I sang.
He knew I wrote.
He knew I had fire in my voice and blood on my pen.
But he never cared to listen 
 until people started listening to him.
Until he started blowing up.
Until he started believing his own hype.

Now suddenly... he remembers me.
Suddenly, I’m worth a text back.
Suddenly, he’s got “collab ideas.”
Suddenly, I’ve got “something to say.”

Nah.
I made this track back in 2021
It’s called Copy.
Because that’s all he’ll ever be to me.
A knock-off. 
A remix with no soul.
A watered-down echo of something he pretended not to notice
until it became undeniable.

This ain’t even shade 
 it’s a mirror.
Funny thing is, I hope he hears this.
Hope he scrolls and stumbles.
Because life’s funny like that:
People only value you once they see others clapping.
They only care once you're too good to need them.
But I’ve been fire.
You were just too small to hold the flame.


Copy

Ever fallen for a walking red flag on fire?

This one’s for the lovers who got too close to the flame.
For the delicate ones 
 the soft hearts 
 who mistook heat for warmth.
Who thought passion would protect them but ended up
charred, cracked open, and choking on smoke.

"Moto" means fire.
And this love?
It was all-consuming.
It burned bright, beautiful, wild, dangerous.
But what started as a spark turned into a wildfire.
And when the blaze got too loud, too hot, too much…
I was the one left inside, trapped in the building,
watching everything collapse.

This is the soundtrack for the ones who loved hard
and paid for it in ash and silence.
It’s heat, heartbreak, and heavy smoke.

You don’t walk away from that kind of love.
You crawl.
And you pray you make it out before the roof caves in.


MOTO (sped up)

This is a song for the ones who stayed too long.
For the ones who didn’t run, even when the red flags lit up like a goddamn fireworks show.
For the ones who mistook chaos for comfort,
because sometimes that’s the only version of “home” you’ve ever known.

Being in love shouldn’t feel like drowning.
But sometimes it does.
And the worst part?
You stop fighting it.
You learn how to breathe underwater.

I wrote this song for that moment 
when walking away feels like a betrayal,
like abandoning the very thing you built your heart around.
It’s not easy.
It’s not a light switch.
It's not poetry and soft lighting.
It’s grief. It’s guilt. It’s muscle memory.

I wish I could Eternal Sunshine my way out of it 
delete the touch, the laugh, the way they said your name like it meant something.
But life doesn’t come with a backspace button.
It comes with pain, and God help me,
sometimes love means giving everything even when it’s not enough.
Even when your everything is “too much” for them.

And if they couldn’t love you loud,
if your light made them squint 
then maybe it was never meant to be.
But that doesn’t make you weak.
It makes you human.

This one’s for anyone who’s ever felt like that.
And Rudo
my beautiful cousin 
this one’s named after you.
Not because you’re hurting.
Just because I love you.
And I wanted to give you a little piece of something real.


Graciee

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