Everything is a Dance

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Lyrics:

Phone face down
Screen got cracked
Said I’d quit
Then I slip back.

Boots in the hall
One sock on
Glass in the sink
oh my god the bourbon’s gone.

Scrolled through drafts
I Didn’t send
Lied I’d stop
Then oh my god I pressed send.

Fridge light buzz
Flickering white
Tongue feels thick
Oh my god my skull feels tight.

I’m not most people
I drink just to fight
I regret every drop.
If I remember it right.

Coat on the floor
Keys by the drain
Bottle cap bent
Oh my god a weird pain
Words came fast
You moved slow
Left the porch
oh my god into the snow.

Room went dim
Thoughts turned loud
Tried to stand
But oh my god I fell down.

I’m not most people
I ruin what’s right
I regret every drop
If I remember it right.

Wiped the mirror
Missed a streak
Same as the thoughts
I never speak.
I swore I’d quit
Even set the date
Laughed alone
Oh my god that's my fate.

Sun broke in
Seared my face
Breath like cigarettes
Oh my god there's no escape.
Called my sister
Voice was low
Said I’d quit
Oh my god She hung up slow.

I’m not most people
I ghost what I love
I regret every drop
If I remember it right.

Sink ran warm,
Scrubbed the cup,
Let it go,
Oh my god that's enough.

Bourbon

Velvet Pulse

I see a shadow when you smile
It lingers there
It stays awhile
Behind the mask
A secret's curled
A hidden map to your shattered world

Behind the mask
What do you hide
A stormy sea or a quiet tide
Is it fear
Is it fire
Is it fear
Is it fire
Is it pain inside
Behind the mask
Where do you confide

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ARCHIVE OF US feels like a diary cracked open and written in ink, marble, and scars. Each track reads like a chapter of a life lived — moments of love, heartbreak, luxury, loneliness, resilience, and quiet confessions. The record blends intimacy with grandeur, like a private letter whispered over neon lights. It’s not just a collection of songs — it’s an emotional archive of who we are when nobody’s watching.

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Love through the fire, soul on the riddim, heart in the clash. When R&B meets Dancehall-Drill, it’s more than music, it’s survival turned into sound.

Everything is a Dance

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