Prod. Genesis
Arrangement: Orey SATX

That phrase, "lipstick on mirror, too late," evokes a strong sense of regret and a story left untold. Here are some possible interpretations and scenarios it could suggest:

A hasty departure:
Someone left in a rush, leaving a lipstick mark as a final, perhaps unintended, message.
The "too late" implies the person they meant it for missed the message, or that the message itself was a futile attempt to communicate something important.
A broken relationship:
The lipstick could symbolize femininity, beauty, or even a last-ditch effort to reconnect.
"Too late" signifies that the relationship is beyond repair, and the gesture is now meaningless.
A missed opportunity:
Someone wanted to express their feelings, but hesitated, and now the moment has passed.
The lipstick on the mirror is a symbol of that unexpressed emotion.
A secret revealed too late:
Perhaps a secret was meant to be shared, but the time for that has passed, and only the lipstick mark remains as a silent testament.
A final goodbye:
In a more dramatic interpretation, it could imply a final farewell, with the lipstick mark being the last trace of someone.
The beauty of the phrase lies in its ambiguity. It allows the listener or reader to fill in the blanks and create their own narrative.

Too Late

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🎤 Vocals: Melissa Hollick


I’m done with this game I won’t keep playing
The fire is gone it’s not worth staying
Fighting battles I don’t believe in
What if peace is just not needing?

I’m done standing my ground through it all
But a little longer and I might (just) fall
The chains I once wore are giving in
Now the weight of this burden is lifting

I’m done with the noise, the need to please
I let go of those who brought me no peace
No more fake love I’m done with the act
I’ve found my truth and there’s no going back

Walls are coming down tonight
I let (it) go I'm done with the fight
I’m breaking free, I’m breaking free
This is who I'm meant to be

I'm Done

Operating, like I'm still eighteen,
I been operating like I'm still a teen,
Kingston bars with Haks and Eugene,
Those days we raved with great tings,


Major danger in living in the past,
Realization hit, old me faded fast,
Casting Idris to play me, watch the scene,
Repercussions, yeah, I can only blame me,

Eighteen, South London boy with a dream,
With a team, but we split, chasing better things,
University life, grants and bursaries,
Watching my niece, that’s a major win, see?

Tailored sins, a closet full of past,
Atmosphere dark, these shadows gotta clash,
Coming to terms with the laughs and the jabs,
Placed at the back while these youngins just stab,


Operating, like I'm still eighteen,
I been operating like I'm still a teen,
Kingston bars with Haks and Eugene,
Those days we raved with great tings,


Advanced the age, but I’m still chasin’ dreams,
P’s from the pain built within, it seems,
Disengaged from the grind, lost in the wheel,
Doubted my skills, shit, how does it feel?

Disregarded the till, coping mechanisms still,
Operating, like I’m sippin’ on that thrill,
Can’t travel back, but wanna ride this saddle,
Mind’s muddled, life brings the damn battle,


Reminiscing bars, where we did them doubles,
Grown now, no cuddles, just a life full of troubles,
Strugglin’ to eat while gettin’ berated,
[This corporate hustle got me feelin' so jaded,]


Operating, like I'm still eighteen,
I been operating like I'm still a teen,
Kingston bars with Haks and Eugene,
Those days we raved with great tings,


Gotta shake the past, no time for the toss,
Future’s waitin’, can’t afford to get lost,
So I hustle hard, like a motherfucka, see?
Living in my truth, 'cause I’m still me,
[Still eighteen vibes, yeah, that’s the scheme.]


Operating, like I'm still eighteen,
I been operating like I'm still a teen,
Kingston bars with Haks and Eugene,
Those days we raved with great tings,


Major danger in living in the past,
Realization hit, old me faded fast,
Casting Idris to play me, watch the scene,
Repercussions, yeah, I can only blame me,

Eighteen, South London boy with a dream,
With a team, but we split, chasing better things,
University life, grants and bursaries,
Watching my niece, that’s a major win, see?

Tailored sins, a closet full of past,
Atmosphere dark, these shadows gotta clash,
Coming to terms with the laughs and the jabs,
Placed at the back while these youngins just stab,


Operating, like I'm still eighteen,
I been operating like I'm still a teen,
Kingston bars with Haks and Eugene,
Those days we raved with great tings,


Advanced the age, but I’m still chasin’ dreams,
P’s from the pain built within, it seems,
Disengaged from the grind, lost in the wheel,
Doubted my skills, shit, how does it feel?


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Darth Vader

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CAN'T LET YOU DOWN

20 year old unsigned and unmanaged rapper and producer based in NYC - Pinque

fast and red

“Collide With You” is a heartfelt rock love song that blends soaring melodies with emotional lyrics. Built on warm guitars, uplifting vocals, and anthemic energy, it tells the story of love that heals, lifts, and transforms. Perfect for anyone who’s ever found that one person who makes everything feel right.

Collide With You

Everything is fine
until you speak

They raised the flag, they lit the torch
they swore the words were free
But every time a tongue gets scorched
I hear the lock turn on the key

We all chant "Say what you want!" at the rally
until the echo rattles back through the alley
Freedom's cheap when it's your own creed
but your neighbor's truth feels like a weed

You clap for voices that sing your song
but plug your ears when they prove you wrong

You want the right to shout
but not the right to doubt
Freedom of speech
until you speak
You'll fight for the megaphone
until it cuts your bone
Freedom of speech
until you speak

They'll frame your words on a courtroom wall
but whisper "Censor him" down the hall
Heroes of principle, fists held high
until your sentence crosses their sky

The saints, the critics, the kings of the stage
they write their sermons and call it courage
But when a word strikes too close to home
suddenly silence becomes their throne

Do you want truth
or just a mirror?
Do you want freedom
or something nearer?
A cage with your anthem carved in stone
but bars that slam when it's not your own!

Every tongue's a loaded gun
but only yours is aimed for fun

You want the right to shout
but not the right to doubt
Freedom of speech
until you speak
You'll fight for the megaphone
until it cuts your bone
Freedom of speech
until you speak

They said the words were free
but every word has a fee

Until You Speak

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