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Meant To Be
Violette Storm

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Violette Storm
Violette Stoem doesn’t just sing—she floats. Hailing from Rotterdam’s rainy streets and raised on a mix of French electronic minimalism and UK garage, her music exists in the space between dancefloor euphoria and solitary late-night reflection. With a voice that’s equal parts smoke and sunlight, she crafts tracks that pull you in slowly—then never let go.

Her breakout single “Meant To Be” is a hypnotic blend of deep house rhythms and shimmering pop clarity. Anchored by a driving low-end and crisp four-on-the-floor pulse, the track features syncopated synth stabs, airy pads, and a vocal hook that lands straight in your bloodstream. It’s the kind of track that feels equally at home in Berlin’s underground or a coastal sunset set in Ibiza.

Violette isn’t chasing trends. She’s building a sound world of her own—emotive, minimalist, and endlessly danceable. Her sets are known for their intimacy, her lyrics for their vulnerability, and her production for its razor-sharp elegance. Quiet by nature, loud by design.
Track(s)
Meant To Be 109840 03:26

Meant To Be

Violette Storm



Last night I met you at the party
And we were strangers at the start
But when you touched me I could hardly
Hardly believe the way you felt

It was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be

Last night you caught me at the party
And you came right up to my heart
And I knew right away
Darling
That you would never break it apart

And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be

And then you kissed me at the party
And that's when I fell in love
And I was waiting for you
Darling
And I know that you were too
And then you kissed me at the party
And that's when I fell in love
And I was waiting for you
Darling
And I know that you were too

And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be

CREDITS
Performer: Violette Storm
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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Borrowed Cutlery
Asha Monroex

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Asha Monroex
Asha Monroex, a New York native, is a self-made artist carving out her own niche in the world of Independent Pop. Best known for her hit single "New York, I Loved You," Monroex is as much a part of the city's fabric as its yellow taxis and insomniac lifestyle.

A craftswoman of melancholic melodies, Asha's artistry spirals on downbeat rhythms and swirls of synth-driven soundscapes that resonate with her heartfelt lyricism. She's the type of artist who pens her poignant prose amidst the organized chaos of her Lower East Side apartment, making her music feels as personal as being let in on a closely guarded secret.

Inherently prolific, Monroex is a master at evoking emotional responses with her emotionally charged tracks. She captures the long teary taxi rides home and 3 am heartbreak with a quiet grace and majesty that far surpasses her fellow indie pop peers. Her melodies come through not as songs, but as anthems for those who've experienced love and loss in the city that never sleeps.

Always genuine and undeniably relatable, Asha endears herself to her listeners by turning sorrow into swagger, one resonating note at a time. Her music isn't just a catalogue of songs; it's a journey through the ups and downs of life in the big city, wrapped up in a soulful pop package. And trust us, once you're on this ride, you're not going to want to get off.
Track(s)
Borrowed Cutlery 11894 04:22
New York, I Loved You 60326 04:42

Borrowed Cutlery

Asha Monroex


You came in late
With a theory about forks and fate
I kept my coat
You said my silence needed one more note
Your drink went warm
While you described your personal reform
I changed my mind
Halfway through a sentence you redesigned

Too neat
You make good manners sound incomplete
Too sure
You diagnose the waiter and the furniture

Give me the crooked part
The bit that never learned to behave
Skip the polished start
I’d rather hear what you forgot to save
Don’t make it beautiful
Make it useful for a minute or two
Something disputable
Something that could only come from you

The bass moved first
You called it elegant then called it cursed
I missed the beat
You drew a diagram across the receipt
Your mouth said “fine”
Your eyebrows filed an appeal against mine
The plates were cleared
But somehow your complaint just reappeared

One step
Then a paragraph with nothing left
Two sips
And now we’re arguing about eclipse
No script
Just brass behaving badly at the hip

Give me the crooked part
The bit that never learned to behave
Skip the polished start
I’d rather hear what you forgot to save
Don’t make it beautiful
Make it useful for a minute or two
Something disputable
Something that could only come from you

You want a verdict
I brought a question with no proper ending
You want precision
I brought a rhythm that resents explaining

Call it defective
Call it a habit with excellent shoes

Call it selective
I call it knowing what not to refuse

Stay odd
Let all the tidy couples blame the odds
Stay sharp
Keep one good insult hidden after dark

Give me the crooked part
The one you never put on display
No ceremonial heart
No careful phrase rehearsed on the way

Keep it improbable
Keep it a little too clever to prove
Almost impossible
But still with enough nerve left to move

You took the spoon
I took the story
Fair enough
You looked less boring

CREDITS
Performer: Asha Monroex
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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Just Align
Alia Sorelle

Just Align

Alia Sorelle



CREDITS
Performer: Alia Sorelle
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
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Frame by Frame
Twin Sunsets

Frame by Frame

Twin Sunsets



CREDITS
Performer: Twin Sunsets
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
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Long Distance Line ...
Eli Varnish

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Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.

That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.

Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.

Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.

Long Distance Line from the Bosphorus

Eli Varnish


I’m calling from a room with peeling paint
A radio coughing out the truth
The kettle screams like it knows my name
Coins on the table none of them are you

The line is bad the night is worse
Somewhere a ferry cuts the dark in two
I got your number on a matchbook
And a voice that still remembers you

The operator’s half asleep
She says “Sir you still there?”
I say “Yeah I’m breathing smoke and prayers
Trying to get through anywhere”

This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
I got one minute maybe less
If the city don’t swallow my words whole
You’ll hear me say I did my best

Yeah it’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The signal shakes the past comes through
If this call drops into the water
Just know I was calling you

There’s a man downstairs selling broken watches
Says time owes him money too
Every streetlight flickers like a bad idea
Every bar knows something I won’t tell you

I saw your face in a cracked mirror
Right next to a stain on the wall
I tried to hang up three times already
But this phone just won’t let me fall

This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The clock’s got a loaded gun
If I disappear between the numbers
Just say I was almost done

Hello?
Yeah… it’s me
Listen don’t say my name
The walls here got ears
And the night’s taking notes

It’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
Static dancing in my head
If you hear silence after this
That’s just the things I never said

The operator counts me down
Five… four… the river wins
Click

CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
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Hold Me Through the...
Ayla Vion

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Ayla Vion
Ayla Vion is an evocative pop artist whose roots in church choirs give her music a sense of hope and uplifting energy, even as she navigates the complexities of modern life. Based in London, Ayla combines the rhythmic pulse of dance and EDM with electronic elements that elevate her introspective lyrics. Her track “Hold Me Through the Fallout” exemplifies this synergy, featuring dreamy melodies and vibrant beats that echo the dichotomy between comfort and chaos in urban living. Amidst bustling streets, her music captures those fleeting moments of stillness and reflection.

Transitioning from a sacred musical background to the world of secular sounds came with both sacrifices and rewards for Ayla. Each song she crafts echoes stories of resilience, marked by the tension between nostalgia and forward momentum. The themes of connection and emotional resonance weave through tracks, revealing a narrative of individuals not only seeking solace but also striving to embrace tomorrow's challenges. This duality resonates with listeners who understand that moving forward sometimes means confronting contrasting memories.

As Ayla continues to carve out her unique niche in the music scene, she leaves an indelible mark on audiences who appreciate her blend of joyous rhythms and contemplative lyrics. With each performance, whether at an intimate venue or a pulsing festival, her aspiration remains clear: to inspire others to find beauty even amidst life's uncertainties. With a growing catalog that reflects both her past experiences and future aspirations, Ayla Vion stands poised to resonate with many more souls searching for light in the fallout.
Track(s)
Hold Me Through the Fallout 42153 03:54

Hold Me Through the Fallout

Ayla Vion


Signals break and drift through empty streets
I’m standing still while the city repeats

Tomorrow feels colder than the things we’ve known
Concrete hums softly like a world overgrown
People move faster but they’re stuck in place
Everything forward yet we’re losing grace

Maybe I’m learning
That silence can warn
Maybe the future
Arrives already worn

Hold me through the fallout
Keep me steady when the noise cuts deep
I don’t fear the unknown
If you’re someone that I get to keep
Hold me through the fallout
Guide me where the fractured roads all meet
I don’t fear the unknown
If we walk it with the same heartbeat

Screens blink stories that no one can trust
Words turn brittle breaking down into dust
Still there’s a compass somewhere in your tone
Pulling me forward when the world feels thrown

Maybe I’m learning
That silence can warn
Maybe the future
Arrives already worn

Hold me through the fallout
Keep me steady when the noise cuts deep
I don’t fear the unknown
If you’re someone that I get to keep
Hold me through the fallout
Guide me where the fractured roads all meet
I don’t fear the unknown
If we walk it with the same heartbeat

When the last wave trembles
I won’t run from the scene
If the future is colder
We can still stay between

CREDITS
Performer: Ayla Vion
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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Between Our Time
Aris Veyton

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Aris Veyton
Aris Veyton is an electronic music producer whose sound blends modern club energy with subtle emotional depth. Rooted in electronic and dance-driven structures, his productions balance clean rhythms, textured synth layers and restrained melodic elements.

Rather than chasing trends, Aris focuses on atmosphere and flow. His tracks are designed to work both on the dancefloor and in personal listening environments, creating a sense of continuity rather than sudden impact. Minimal arrangements, controlled dynamics and carefully crafted sound design are central to his approach.

Working primarily in the studio, Aris Veyton treats music as a long-form experience rather than a single moment. His style reflects a contemporary electronic mindset: precise, understated and immersive. Each release is a step in an evolving sonic identity that prioritizes mood, space and consistency.
Track(s)
Between Our Time 324875 03:31
Split Frequency 335224 03:29

Between Our Time

Aris Veyton



Streets stay still without a name
Steps align but not the same
Nothing loud nothing planned
Just the timing of your hand

Every move feels almost true
Something shifts when I face you

Stay in place let it run
No finish line no count of one
No signs drawn no straight lines
Just the space between our time

Ahh
Let it turn let it stay
No words left that need a say

Corners bend the hours slide
We don’t need a reason why
Moments land then rearrange
Never still never strange

No control still it fits
Every step makes sense like this

Stay in place let it run
No finish line no count of one
No signs drawn no straight lines
Just the space between our time

If it ends it ends this way
Not a loss not a stay
What we felt remains intact
No return and no retract

CREDITS
Performer: Aris Veyton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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Unholy Race
Logan Vance

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Logan Vance
Meet Logan Vance: the rock and roll laureate of our generation and an audaciously independent artist from, where else, but the sin city itself, Las Vegas. This guitar slinging, wordsmithing, intergalactic hero seems to have been born solely to make his own harmonic storms in the very desert that taught him the rock and roll parlance.

His tunes are like his town - rife with stories about right turns in the wrong places, the neon gleam of casino nights, and the recurrent theme of chasing after reckless dreams. Our heady hero doesn’t just play music, he lives it, injecting every chord with a potent mix of knowledge, regret, passion, and a punchy dash of Vegas glitter.

All of which has found a strangely harmonious home on his signature track, "Unholy Race," a raging electrified commentary on social struggle depicting life as a grand, if unholy, race! This isn’t just music, it’s a heart on a sleeve diary from a guy who got hip to life in the neon haze of a Vegas sunrise.

But don't be fooled by his 'city of sins' background — on stage and in the studio, it’s all about the music for Vance. He might climb the heights of hedonism, but he always does it with a guitar in his hand, eyes on the sky, and feet firmly rooted in the arid, undying love for his music. Enter the Vance-Verse: equal parts witty, gritty, and every bit as glitzy as a Vegas-strip marquee.
Track(s)
Unholy Race 21608 01:52

Unholy Race

Logan Vance


I don't know what you want if you just complain a lot
Maybe all you want is all they got
They stealin' my voice like it's crack rocks
They try to slow me down just like I'm taking adderall
You ain't the one who took me to the top
Boom on the Zoom
Bop-bop-bop-bop
They out for my heart
Boy
Ha
Crop
Treat me like Patty Kane on a short shot
Pokemon
Pokemon
Pokemon
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot

I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Young victors
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Live it out in the middle of the world
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
Live it out in the middle of the world
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Slowly
Slowly

They out for my heart
Boy
Ha
Crop

I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Slowly
Slowly

CREDITS
Performer: Logan Vance
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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Te Llevas Todo
Mateo Blanco

Verified Verified Artist

Mateo Blanco
Mateo Blanco, hailing from the vibrant streets of Copenhagen, infuses his Latin roots with a contemporary pop sensibility, creating an enchanting soundscape that resonates with both nostalgia and romance. His latest track, "Te Llevas Todo," captures the bittersweet essence of love lost, with lyrics that evoke the lingering echoes of someone who has walked away. Mateo’s emotive vocal style draws listeners into his world, where playful melodies intertwine with heartfelt themes. Growing up amidst the dynamic club culture of Copenhagen, he found inspiration in the rhythmic beats and expressive energy of the local scene, shaping his artistic identity as a solo artist.

With a catalog that moves fluidly between moods and styles, each song tells a story that reflects Mateo's personal experiences and observations. Tracks like “Sombra de Tí” and “La Luz en Mis Ojos” delve into similar emotional landscapes, balancing playful exuberance with deeper romantic introspections. As Mateo continues to explore these themes, his music acts as a tapestry woven from both lighthearted moments and poignant reflections of love and loss, inviting listeners to journey alongside him through each intimate narrative.
Track(s)
Te Llevas Todo 116158 02:37

Te Llevas Todo

Mateo Blanco


Cada vez que te vas
algo de mí también se va

Te vi cerrar la puerta sin mirar atrás
Llevabas tus pasos y mi paz
Ni una palabra ni un por qué
Solo el sonido de lo que ya no fue

Y yo me quedo con el eco de tu voz
Como si el silencio fuera feroz

Te llevas todo mi luz mi fe
Mis madrugadas y mi café
El ritmo lento de mi canción
Y hasta el aire de mi habitación
Te llevas todo sin preguntar
Y yo me quedo sin respirar

Tus fotos siguen en la pared
Pero tu sombra ya no es fiel
Tu perfume flota en el salón
Como un fantasma de mi ilusión

No sé si vas a regresar
Pero yo no sé olvidar

Te llevas todo mi luz mi fe
Mis madrugadas y mi café
El ritmo lento de mi canción
Y hasta el aire de mi habitación
Te llevas todo sin preguntar
Y yo me quedo sin respirar

No dejaste notas ni un final
Solo un vacío tan brutal
Y aunque no quiero suplicar…
mi alma aún te va a llamar

Te llevas todo y lo sabes bien
Hasta el pedazo que era también
Te llevas todo mi amor mi bien
Y yo me pierdo en tu desdén

CREDITS
Performer: Mateo Blanco
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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What’s It Made Of?
LYA

Verified Verified Artist

LYA
“If it doesn’t ask questions, it’s not music.”

LYA (pronounced “Lie-uh”) is a genre-defying artist from Berlin whose roots stretch from conservatory string quartets to the depths of fog-drenched warehouse raves. A classically trained violinist who once performed Vivaldi at age nine, she left formal music behind in her early 20s to pursue something more fractured, more real. What emerged was a sound as delicate as it is defiant—where harpsichords coexist with 2-step beats, and questions matter more than answers.

Her music exists in a liminal zone: somewhere between dance and disassociation, pop and poetry, cathedral and club. LYA often weaves spoken-word passages into her songs, transforming internal monologues into melodic mantras. Vocals—sometimes her own, sometimes spliced and AI-shifted—glide over textured layers of cello, muted synths, and ambient distortion. Think: if Imogen Heap grew up listening to Burial and wrote haikus in code.

LYA’s debut EP “Syntax of Sleep” was a quiet cult success among insomniac circles on Bandcamp, praised for its “introspective maximalism.” Her live sets, often accompanied by generative visuals and interactive lighting that reacts to audience movement, blur the line between concert and hallucination. She isn’t afraid of silence, nor of noise. Both, to her, are forms of rhythm.

LYA doesn’t write songs to explain. She writes them to wonder. “What’s It Made Of?”—her latest single via notfm—isn’t just a title. It’s a dare. A whisper in the hallway between thoughts. A reminder that meaning isn’t always the point.
Track(s)
What’s It Made Of? 222139 02:36

What’s It Made Of?

LYA


Woke up in a sentence I don’t remember writing
(uhhh)
My name’s on the wall
but it’s spelled with a “Y” now
weird

I tried to fold the sunlight into thirds
but it keeps leaking through the creases
Like—
was that ever the point?
(Hey!)
Did we name the silence just to fill it?

A blue cup a red sock a key with no lock
Mom said dreams don’t rot
but I found mold on the corners of mine
(yeah uh-huh)

What’s it made of?
(Lie?)
What’s it made oooooof?
Is this glass or just slow ice?
(what’s the—yeah)
If I bite it will it crack or cry?
(Haha—cry?)
I asked the mirror but she blinked
Twice

My coat is full of exit signs
but none of them point north
I sleep in the hallway between thoughts—
and that’s fine
Or it was
(Was it?)

Someone keeps leaving me notes
in a handwriting I don't remember learning
“Simplify”
“Unwind”
“Don't trust the tulips”

What’s it made of?!
(don’t tell me it’s hope again)
What’s it maaaade of?!
If it’s love why’s it shaped like a chair leg?
If it’s truth
why does it taste like batteries?

Whoa whoa—
Don’t go there
Not now
(NOT NOW!)

CREDITS
Performer: LYA
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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Tales from Harlem
Brick Lords

Verified Verified Artist

Brick Lords
Hailing straight from the heart of Harlem, the notorious quintet, Brick Lords, has been serving up a potent cocktail of old school rap since their genesis.

An assemblage teeming with character, within this unique ensemble, we find Biggie Bricks (real name, Jamal Thompson), the de-facto leader and lyricist; Lil' Grout (born Angel Martinez), the charismatic hype man; Bricksy Ross (truly known as Desmond Jones), the mysterious trap-lord; Mortar Mike (Mike Johnson in the real world), the laid-back beat master, and Cinder "the Block" Parker (dubbed Clara Parker at birth), the feisty and soulful female vocalist who adds a unique twist to the group's sound.

The Brick Lords was born out of a shared love for rhythm, rhymes, and the raw, gritty atmosphere of their native Harlem streets, baptizing themselves Brick Lords because, well, they were originally just some kids slamming beats and rhymes on brick walls. And just as bricks fit one on top of the other, building something substantial, so too did the Brick Lords build something substantial out of their close-knit group dynamic.

Their music, a delightful blend of old school rap with a hint of modern-day flair, is lauded for its authenticity and palpable energy, resonating with audiences worldwide. Notably, their signature song "What's Going On (Clean)" quickly escalated to become an anthem for their generation, showcasing their genuine artistry while divulging the realities of life in Harlem.

Amidst punchy beats, witty lyricism, and a touch of brick-and-mortar realness, the story of the Brick Lords is as engaging as their music. Resolute in their ambitious deliverance of old school rap, these urban poets have cemented themselves into the solid foundation of Harlem's music scene, and dare we say it, they're brickin' amazing!
Track(s)
Hard Knock Life 76545 02:15
What's Going On (Clean) 27466 02:26
Tales from Harlem 38046 03:58

Tales from Harlem

Brick Lords


Yeah
'bout to enter
A new era of Harlem hip-hop
The streets of Harlem
They tell these stories to me

Struggle
Life movin' fast
Juggle
It's spiral now
That's my soul jumpin' over puddles
Walks down 110th
Whispers of lost lovers
We stand in the midst of the band's discovery
Temptation's just a calm life away from survival
Only thang stay in focus is my rival
Need you
Know what I mean
We shifted our tribe for a fiend
It was a trap but we alive
Need an electric boogaloo
Sippin' matcha tea in Malibu
Staying silent with the crew perhaps
The island be spinning last acts of greed
Gotta see that you may never be my speed

The streets of Harlem
They tell these stories told
With unpolished
Feel me
We gon' crack a code
Get that bag
And then we split it with the load
On Bodega cashers
They gon' know
The streets of Harlem
They tell these stories to me
Raw
From the heart
Straight organically
Get that bag
Then we split it with the family
Bodega cashers
They gon' see

Jump when them cops shout
Some came from outta town
And me
Right here been my home about thirty miles
From the central park
Harlem nights found a crown
Couple that got decrep' and shady with foul actions
I'm in the job that's got me screamin fuck rations
My two feet more than defeat over the soil
When parked up I'm getting spoiled
They had coals on 125th
It was real loyal
Bro goddamn
All of us are grinnin like
"What's your plan?"
Stayin solid down to it when we dead game's gettin a bit nuts
Even the air smellin' like glamour and envy
We bet not get stuck
But come and help us
When the universe give us the chance
We glowed up
New cloth
She said her grandma was elusive too
My gramps
Come see his tape too
He just turned dirt over with his right hand
Fill a pot with plants
Woke up the clan
Blue line

CREDITS
Performer: Brick Lords
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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