why R&B matters: dark R&B

It'll Be Fine

want me

MIDNIGHT MOTIONS

TWENTY NIGHTS

N o  C h i l l (Sped Up)

N o  C h i l l

UNTL

INCOMPLETE

Come Through

What You Heard

What You Heard - Slowed

Onward Demos

please for my sake

VINTAGE

WHATCHU WANT

Could've Been

Bad 4 Me

Taking Care of You

all we are

Your shadow touched my innocence,
soft as incense in the air,
turning every trembling heartbeat
into something like a prayer.
You lifted up my fading halo,
said it looked divine undone,
and whispered, “Let me ruin you—
I promise I’ll be gentle when I’m done.”

You said, “Taste this sin, angel—
it’s sweeter when you fall for me.”
And in your breath, I felt confession
turn into pure ecstasy.

So damn me beautifully—
wrap your darkness over me.
Turn my grace to blasphemy,
make devotion feel like need.
Oh, damn me beautifully—
let your touch become my creed.
If sin is how you worship me,
then I am yours eternally.

You kissed where heaven turned away,
soft as scripture losing form,
and every sigh you pulled from me
felt like a vow reborn.
Your hands rewrote my holiness,
your hunger set me free,
and every stolen breath I gave
felt like a sacred plea.

You murmured, “Fall again—
I bless the way you disobey.”
And in your arms, I understood
how sinners learn to pray.

So damn me beautifully—
wrap your darkness over me.
Turn my grace to blasphemy,
make devotion feel like need.
Oh, damn me beautifully—
let your touch become my creed.
If sin is how you worship me,
then I am yours eternally.

Baptize me in your hunger,
let your longing be my rite.
Break my name upon your tongue
and call it holy in the night.

“Breathe slow,” you said—
“I’ll make your ruin feel like grace.”

Damn me beautifully—
your darkness comforting.
Turn my trembling into scripture,
make my weakness holy.
Oh, damn me beautifully—
your sin and mine in harmony.
If this is how you worship me,
then let my fall be destiny.

I wasn’t made for heaven—
I was made
for you.

Damn Me Beautifully

Sans Retour

suffocating cyber-nightmare of glitchcore, digital hardcore, and voidwave decay. Detuned synths stutter like corrupted prayers under layers of tape hiss and distant emergency sirens. The kick drags itself forward, crushed and half-time, as if wounded. Fractured 8-bit arps flicker and collapse, swallowed by tectonic sub-bass that rattles bone. A trip-hop beat sets the stage with lush orchestral strings and atmospheric pads, building a cinematic intro. Trap hi-hats and 808s drive a deep, punchy Memphis groove. Southern rap verses flow with orchestral stabs, while explosive, gospel-tinged choruses break into dubstep drops and choral swells. Ghostly, soulful baritone vocals command, blending the grit and intimacy of a live gospel revival with dark R&B edge, layering live crowd responses and organ runs to evoke a world-changing, electrifying experience.

Shooting Star

Taking Care of You

Rosado

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