The song explores the theme of struggling with mental or emotional distress, exacerbated by medication, and the yearning for connection with someone who doesn't understand the experience. In one word: Isolation.

Lyrics by Brendan Bostock. Copyright 2025.

[verse]
in the early hours
i had a strange strange thought
it stuck with me for so long
i could not shake it off

[pre chorus]
maybe i was just too medicated
maybe i was just too medicated
I don't wanna be alone
I don't want to be alone

[chorus]
I try to feel you with me
I don't feel right
The feeling is a nightmare
Playing in my mind

I want to be around you
But you don't understand
Medicated nightmare
Take me back again

[verse]
In the scary hours
I'm talking to ghosts
The only comfort I have
When I need it most

[pre chorus]
maybe i was just too medicated
maybe i was just too medicated
I don't wanna be alone
I don't want to be alone

[chorus]
i try to feel you with me
I don't feel right
The feeling is a nightmare
Playing in my mind

I want to be around you
But you don't understand
Medicated nightmare
Take me back again

Medicated Nightmare

Your Love Is a Fever” burns under the skin — wild, untamed, and impossible to resist.
It’s the kind of love that takes over your mind, blurs reality, and leaves you craving more.
A dangerous addiction. A sweet madness. A fever that no cure can heal.

Fever

Hold Me Under

Boss Moves

(Chorus) I’m a boss, no cap, get it how I live Stacks on racks, yeah, I’m never givin' in Run the game, no shame, I’m the queen of the scene Money talks, I walk, livin' out my dream
(Verse 1) Flip the script, like a plot twist, you can’t copy me Diamonds drip, icy drip, got ‘em all watchin’ me Haters talk, I just laugh, pockets stay swole From the gutter to the glow-up, I’m in total control
Pull up in that foreign, yeah, it’s drippin’ like a show Boss moves, big moves, everybody know Got the juice, got the juice, I don’t need a crown But when I walk in the room, all the heads bow down
(Chorus) I’m a boss, no cap, get it how I live Stacks on racks, yeah, I’m never givin' in Run the game, no shame, I’m the queen of the scene Money talks, I walk, livin' out my dream
(Verse 2) Hit the gas, no brakes, I’m speedin’ through the scene Flippin’ checks, movin’ necks, yeah, I’m livin’ pristine Got the sauce, got the juice, always on my grind Boss energy, no stress, I’m one of a kind
Say my name, show respect, I don’t do no stress Keep it real, keep it trill, baby, that’s success From the block to the charts, yeah, I made my way And I’m here to stay, every day, gettin’ paid
(Bridge) They talk, I walk, I don’t listen to the noise Level up, show up, play with big toys Queen vibes only, never settlin’ for less Got my crown on tight, and I’m feeling blessed
(Chorus) I’m a boss, no cap, get it how I live Stacks on racks, yeah, I’m never givin' in Run the game, no shame, I’m the queen of the scene Money talks, I walk, livin' out my dream
(Outro) Boss moves, boss moves, Every day I prove — Yeah, I’m a queen, on my scene, Livin’ life like a movie scene.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Boss moves (Feat. AYA)

Run my name

VIP

[Verse 1] Rich girl roster, money come proper, No broke boy drama, I don’t do nada. Rollie on wrist, but I still got time, To curve your man and sip that wine.
Silk sheets, private suite, Took your rent and wore it on my feet. Mouth too slick, stack too fat
No prenup? Baby, that’s a trap.

[Pre-Chorus] Birkin baby, teeth on diamond, Talk too slick? That’s perfect timing. I don’t chase—I change locations,
Fly me out like I’m on vacation.

[Chorus] Rich girl roster, pull up, posture, He wanna taste but I’m not his sponsor. Lip gloss drip, tongue like lava, If he ain’t loaded, I don’t bother.
Cash app dingin’, I stay winnin’, Life look good 'cause I make the linen. Bad bitch energy, they all want more
Front row seat when I walk in Dior

[Verse 2]
He wanna cuff but I wear no chains,
My neck iced out like I froze my name.
Pedal to the metal in a black Maserati,
I date CEOs, not boys in a lobby.
My girls got jets, my crew got stocks,
We invest in heels and crypto blocks.
Sippin’ on juice that cost your rent,
And my perfume? That’s time well spent.

[Chorus] Rich girl roster, pull up, posture, He wanna taste but I’m not his sponsor. Lip gloss drip, tongue like lava, If he ain’t loaded, I don’t bother.
Cash app dingin’, I stay winnin’, Life look good 'cause I make the linen. Bad bitch energy, they all want more
Front row seat when I walk in Dior

[Bridge] Look— If you ain't payin’ for it, don’t touch it. If your wallet’s thin, don’t rush it. We the names that top that list.
Baby, we are the guest list.

[Chorus 3]
Louis, Fendi, Prada drip, Georgio, Armani, Versace lip. Mugler bodysuit stitched tight, Gaultier style every night.
Gucci velvet, vintage Dior, Tom Ford touch, Christian I adore. Balenciaga on my midday flight, Bottega bag got its own spotlight.
Jacquemus straw hat in the South, Balmain silence shut your mouth. Celine, McQueen, Alaïa rage, I walk like wealth on every stage.

[Outro] It’s giving A-list.
It’s giving penthouse keys.
It’s giving "sir, she’s VIP."
It’s giving rich girl energy.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Luxe don’t lie 

I don’t text back, I get wired
If I like it? It’s acquired.
He pop bands, I sign checks
She throw subs — I throw jets.
Nails done, wrist icy
Talk big, move spicy
I don’t chase fame — it follow
Every day I wake? It’s a model.

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t argue with noise I just rise with poise I make stillness look expensive 
[Chorus]
She don’t run, she decides Moves in silence, multiplies Big seat, big view, big range She is the shift, not the change
No loud flex, just wired wealth No fake friends, just real self You feel her enter — that’s command Not your type… she’s the brand

[Verse 2]
Ten K tip, just to park it
Name ring bells, I don’t market
He in the DMs, beggin’ loud
I’m in the boardroom, shut it down.
Gold face rollie, match my tone
Said I’m cold? That’s full-blown.
I don’t do lines — I cut ‘em
Front row seats, no luck — I run ‘em.

[Bridge]
She don’t speak — she signs the deal, He feel shook, I just stand still. I don't chase, I make 'em crawl, Power in my walk, I don’t gotta brawl.

[Chorus]
She don’t run, she decides Moves in silence, multiplies Big seat, big view, big range She is the shift, not the change
No loud flex, just wired wealth No fake friends, just real self You feel her enter — that’s command Not your type… she’s the brand

[Outro] Too high up to hear the noise, Too laced up for little boys.
I walk in rooms they can’t commit — Gold on me, no counterfeit.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Luxe don’t lie

Unfelt

No regrets

Cry in Chanel

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Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

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