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Memoirs
04:41
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2. |
Dynamite Electric
03:58
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3. |
Dance Dance Dance
04:35
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4. |
The Breakthrough
04:31
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Electric Love
05:15
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6. |
Dark Days
02:43
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The Dark Days are upon us, my friend
The Dark Days are upon us. This is the end.
It's all downhill from here. The hope, the love is gone.
We're bound to turn to salt. Civilzation Fall.
Without my phone, I'm alone. No one can really tell
Am I dead or alive? What's the difference?
Heaven or hell? Who cares? It's the same smell
God damn it, we've come to these Dark Days again.
(Chorus)
"What's your barcode? Where's your label?
Can you fit in? Of this, Are you able?
Creativity is not allowed in here
Your thoughts are certainly not welcome here
Are you male or female? Are you gay or straight?
Do you believe in love? Do you accept our hate?"
These are the ways of too many battles lost
I cry out, but nothing comes out my mouth
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7. |
33
04:32
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8. |
Revolution
06:32
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9. |
Heart
04:11
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10. |
Make Love
04:01
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The air around you remains thick and opaque
with the must of a thousand nights where we stayed up late
Our bodies tangle and wrap around and around
Making our bed a jungle, alive with boisterous sounds
Make love, you always smile while we make love
Make love, you get so wild when we make love
Make love, tell me again how you'd like to make love
Make love, show me with your tongue how you'd like to make love
Thoughout the day, you're all I can think about because of the morning
A delight you are, the thought, the sounds echo through my every step
You're something amazing. A lingering, wonderful, amazing thing
the kind of amazing that makes lillies grow and bluebirds sing
(Chorus)
Make Love, my favorite part is when we make love
Make Love, we don't have sex, we connect and make love
Make love, make love to me
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11. |
N-2-U
05:09
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(Verse 1)
An Autumn day, the air was thick, the leaves had turned
We agreed to meet and talk, when you arrived, I lost control
My heart beat beat beat, I'm left incomplet
e
My rhythm's gone, the people stared, we kissed, you walked away
(Spoken)-You walked away, you walked away
(Refrain)
I wanna freak you out
Ya know I'm from another
Dimension
I'm gonna free your mind
Just gimme all of your
attention
(Chorus)
I'm so N-2-U
I'm so N-2-U
It's on my mind that you're something I have to do
I'm so N-2-U
I'm so N-2-U
I would be fine, but you're something I have to do
(Verse 2)
I'm all for club hopping, dancing, pour my drink
But I can't even dance, you're on my mind, I can't even speak
I call, you text, we meet, I feel, we touch, and it's alright
but you're like heroin, and I've lost my mind
(Spoken) I've lost my mind, I've lost my mind
Refrain
Chorus
(Bridge)
Do you believe in higher states of mind
Do you believe in love (in love, in love)
I wanna freak you out, ya' know I'm from another
Dimension
I'm gonna free your mind
Just gimme all of your
attention
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12. |
Real (Wo)man
04:00
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13. |
The Elevator
06:05
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14. |
I Don't Love You
05:02
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Everytime I think about it
I get so confounded
Why do I do the things I do for those who do not do for me?
I've had enough of wasting time
on mutha' fucka's who don't mind
leading me into a false sense of security
You never really gave a fuck about me - about me (oh no)
Well, I don't love you no more
No more, no more
Good bye... good bye.
Fuck you.... no shade, but fuck you...
You got one over on me. Mmmhmm.
You pulled the wool over my eyes.
You tried to manipulate me. Mmmhmmm.
But I know you never really gave a fuck about me
Well, I don't love you no more. No more. I say no more.
I'm not here to please you
I'm not here to make you feel good
I'm not here to be used
Need I remind you, you never really gave a fuck about me
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15. |
Paradise
04:34
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We ain't got no money
We ain't got no car
We ain't go no friends
But I'm happy wherever we are
Only got one pair of shoes
And we live in a studio flat
Everyday's a struggle
But you best believe I got yo' back
They might put us out tomorrow
and we might not have no food
Yet I'm still not hungry
Cause you fill me up something good
So when we meet up in heaven
or hell if we done wrong
Remember that on Earth we loved
and on Earth we sang this song
You are my Paradise
You are my day and night
You are my paradise
with you, I only find solace
Every song, melody, verse, or scripture I write
It's all for you
Every tear I cry or laugh I laugh
Is all for you
Everytime we touch or hug or kiss
I know I'm all you think about
You are my everything, I dreamed you to life
That's what paradise is all about
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16. |
Jimmie (Demo)
05:04
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I've got to take responbility
for the reasons you're not here with me
O Jimmie. O, Jimmie.
I took your smile away
With those awful things I'd say
O Jimmie. O, Jimmie.
We were in love (whoa oh oh)
But that wasn't enough (No no no)
Had I of been honest
Then maybe we'd be better off
We outgrew each other a long time ago
We played it off as if we didn't know
And still, that's no excuse
for the words, lies, and abuse
You deserve happiness
O Jimmie. O, Jimmie. O, baby.
I loved you
You were my first love
We shared those moments together
You'll always be dear to me, Jimmie
Thank you for the memories
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17. |
DEUSEXMACHINA
05:03
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18. |
H I G H ~ L I F E
02:21
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(Chorus) Ayyyy, Ayyy, Ayyy
We gettin' gully over here
If you gettin' high, put ya' hands in the air
Isolation, we ain't goin' nowhere
Order takeout, let it hang out
Invite delivery man to smoke out
We got Mary Jane, everything is okay
We ain't rich but we still got all the booty
Get up and dance like that's the love way goes
Work it slow to a vapor-like tempo
Rollin' blunts? Then you better do it fast
Humble my ass, kush inhaled to max
Then let go, i flow sensational
I'm a cunt rap faggot, lick my dickhole
Stream of consciouness, then lick my asshole
Flip me over on the sofa, then a chokehold
I know you playing but that freak shit got me swole
My mouth is vicious, never shady but forget that light
The fire's in truth and staying hidden from the satelittes
The phone is tapped, tell 'em where the stash at
Get gully, kid, flash and then clapback
I'm barely conscious, Anime's all up in my ear
Incense in the air, man, I'm chilling out
Tried to be clever, fuckery fell out my mouth
Get lost in naps, eat, we do that
Drink, we got that, box of wine in the back
Malibu on deck, this a private affair
What they say? We don't care, they mad they ain't here
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19. |
the beat, the princess.
03:38
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Diana Ross, “The Boss”, is on / Face is clean, it took too damn long / Make up is out, Vogue fresh in mind / Foundation strokes, we’ll blend the lines / Throw this glitter all on my face / There’s compacts and brushes all over the place / Yes, they’ll stare, don’t hold the applause / I’m coming to slay, throw up your drawers / Keep it simple and stay the course / This body’s a temple and men are the worst / Work the pout, hold your head high / Jet black ya’ lips, smile with your eyes / You’re popular, wanted, and very charming / Cohesive, cute, adored media darling / I step to the song, the song ain’t long / So now, I’m right, all the fear was wrong / And of course they hate cause I’m confident / And I’ll kindly slay these incompetents / The shade is real and so is this leather / Designer bag, drop your comments, suggestions / And later I’ll respond, address your concerns / Words to pyre, your submissions burn / My beat is fierce, and it’s mine, the world / I am more than a boy or a girl //
I shoulda’ done this ten years ago / But I was with a man who’d never know / What it’s like to be held back and black / Stay home, he’d say, and I went for that / I shoulda’ been me twenty years ago / Instead of what Mama wanted, I was never happy / My face is apart of my art
And the music extends past these lines in my heart / Now I’m alone, most of the time / I tend to lock in and practice these lines / Sometimes they’re contour, sometimes they’re rhymes / Sometimes they hurt, but they’re always mine / I am at war with the beasts / Faces familiar, they look like me / So I divide my personality / Between what you wanted and who I have to be //
The beat is a rhythm, the beat is a shell / The beat 120, beat fierce as hell
The beat it protects, the beat transforms / The beat is familiar, the beat is my home
The beat is a feeling, I beat alone / The beat is a canvas, the beat is my art
The beat is my soul, lines from my heart / The beat is my soul, lines from my heart (2x) //
If this the beat then I’m the Princess ///
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The Doyenne Phoenix
The Doyénne (born Syeed DiJon Poole) was a prolific openly gay Black American music producer, songwriter, singer, lyricist, performance and recording artist whose work spans from alternative hip hop, R&B and Electronic Dance Music. Based in Phoenix, AZ, The Doyénne was active from 2006 to 2023, and Syeed-DiJon now seeks to continue sharing his artistry with his next project and persona. ... more
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