Secret Flames of the Wild

En La Vuelta

Por Qué Te Esconde

are there more of me

are there more of you

if we’re one of a kind

why we break into two

if we know we’re unique

what’s the fight even for

we’re all different souls

so what we slammin’ the door for

Are there more of me

En La VIlla

Pasame



Intro (Spoken • M):
Trouble, pull up a chair. We got work.

Verse 1 (F):
I raise a toast to the road less smooth,
call in the miles that temper truth.
I welcome tasks that stretch my range,
let craft take root through honest change.
Empty hands invite real skill,
open space lets purpose fill.
Unknown knocks; I set the table,
feed it courage, keep me able.

Verse 1.2 (M – Rap):
I study the bruise for the lesson inside,
log that data, lose the pride.
Missed shots drew lines for a cleaner aim,
now focus lands with steady flame.
Late nights carved grit in the grain,
fees I paid for a larger lane.
No shortcuts in this design—
I cash in patience, not thin shine.

Pre-Chorus (Both):
I thank the climb that slowed my run,
each careful step unlocks the sun.

Chorus (Both):
Thank you, trouble—you refine my frame.
Thank you, challenge—you rewrite my game.
Thank you, limits—range expands.
Thank you, failures—teach my hands.
Thank you, unknown—show new ways.
Thank you, effort—earn these days.

Hook (Both, call/response):
(Both) Thank you.
(F) For the stretch.
(M) For the test.
(Both) For the next.

Verse 2 (F):
I bless the question that stalled my stride,
it drew a map that truth could ride.
I bless the weight that asked for core,
that load built doors I walk through more.
I bless the no that saved my yes,
guarded time from busy mess.
I bless the ache that called for care,
taught gentle strength I now can share.

Verse 2.2 (M – Rap):
Every setback wrote a clearer chart,
trim that bluff, fund the heart.
Limits lend focus; I thank that gift,
lean on routines that hold the lift.
Errors sent mentors in plain clothes,
quiet notes only practice knows.
When crowds chant rush, I keep slow fire,
stack real wins, raise the choir—

Pre-Chorus 2 (Both):
I thank the doubt that met its cure,
I chose the work that grows secure.

Chorus 2 (Both):
Thank you, trouble—you refine my frame.
Thank you, challenge—you rewrite my game.
Thank you, limits—range expands.
Thank you, failures—teach my hands.
Thank you, unknown—show new ways.
Thank you, effort—earn these days.

Bridge (Spoken-word braid • F ↔ M):
(F) Thank you, silence, for the deeper cue.
(M) Thank you, closed doors, for the truer view.
(F) Thank you, distance, for the honest lens.
(M) Thank you, repair, for the way it mends.
(Both) Thank you, life, for the patient art—
trouble trains the open heart.

Breakdown Call (Both):
Turn that trouble—into ground.
Turn that limit—into sound.
Turn that lesson—into stride.
Turn that setback—into guide.

Final Chorus (Both, lifted):
Thank you, trouble—you refine my frame.
Thank you, challenge—you rewrite my game.
Thank you, limits—range expands.
Thank you, failures—teach my hands.
Thank you, unknown—show new ways.
Thank you, effort—earn these days.
Thank you, tired—proof I gave.
Thank you, service—how I save.

Tag (Both, whispered then strong):
Thank you. Thank you. Forward.

Turn it

The Credit Echo

Approved for Forever

Cruise of the Elite

Highway in a Rolls Royce

THROWAWAY

[HOOK]
Let me get a throwaway
Everybody gets a throw away, right?
When you always on, need something off,
Am I wrong? I'm a take a throwaway. Aiight?

[VERSE 1]
Yeah, that's just life
Most y'all ditched the Sabbath
Stayed open Sundays
Extended hours, now we working nights
Because we just had to have it,
Just one more… pick your vice.
Tell me, who out there really living life?
Grinding all week, what you got to show for it?
Showing off what you paid for the ice
I wouldn't advertise,
Worth about a third the price
You say

[HOOK]
Let me get a throwaway
Everybody gets a throw away, right?
When you always on, need something off,
Am I wrong? I'm a take a throwaway. Aiight?

[VERSE 2]
Ight.
Easy buckets,
Zero fucks, surplus of fuck-it's
We gonna turn nothing into gold nuggets
Nothing else to do
Now we cooking up magic
Got the beaker on a Bunsen
Something in there effervescent
Add a little CO2, precipitate the lesson
Been studying alchemy since twenty twenty two
I don't really understand it, just like huffing the fumes
Only high spot when you running on fumes

[HOOK]
Let me get a throwaway
Everybody gets a throw away, right?
When you always on, need something off,
Am I wrong? I'm a take a throwaway. Aiight?

[OUTRO]
That's it. That's all I got.
Anyways… uh…
That’s what’s going on…
How are you?

Throwaway

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