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Radio Trottoir
No Be Me

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No Be Me
No Be Me is an Afro-pop collective built around rhythm, mischief and stories that travel faster than facts. Their songs follow barbers, drivers, aunties, shopkeepers and accidental witnesses through everyday neighbourhood dramas, turning overheard remarks into sharp, danceable narratives. Led by a warm male storyteller and supported by four tightly arranged studio voices, the group blends Afrobeats percussion, highlife guitar, elastic bass and dry humour without relying on spectacle.

Their first single, “Radio Trottoir,” introduces a world where one careless “maybe” can acquire a wedding date, two witnesses and a catering budget before lunchtime. No Be Me treat gossip as social choreography: funny, dangerous, generous and impossible to control. Their music is polished but human, playful without becoming novelty, and rooted in the idea that the best stories rarely belong to the person who started them.
Track(s)
Radio Trottoir 14171 03:55

Radio Trottoir

No Be Me


Eight-oh-five by Saint Michel
Kola had a cake box under one arm
one red shoe in the other hand
He said “My aunt turns sixty”

I heard “aunt” “cake” and “Saturday”
and supplied the missing cinema myself
At Idris’ barbershop I said
“Maybe the man is getting married”

Idris did not repeat my sentence
He gave it catering witnesses
and a cousin arriving from Marseille
with three phones and firm opinions

By nine-fifteen the taxi rank knew the venue
By ten the tailor had chosen gold
By eleven Auntie Binta had named two children
Kola was still looking for candles

Who told you?
No be me
Who confirmed it?
Nobody

Radio trottoir radio trottoir
one little “maybe” took a motorbike
Dem don carry am go dem don add pepper
by lunch that man was married twice

At one he had married the mayor’s niece
At two he had bought a flat in Lisbon
At three he had left her for a singer
whose name nobody could pronounce

At four the church committee wanted answers
about a generator no one had lost
At five I tried to stop the story
That became “He knows more than he is saying”

At six my mother called me:
“Wear something decent
Apparently you are giving the speech
And bring your own chair”

I found Kola beside the pharmacy
still carrying the same red shoe
The cake was for Aunt Mariam
The shoe had fallen from her shopping bag

He stared at me for seven quiet seconds
then asked who I planned to marry
I laughed exactly once
That was my second mistake

Who told you?
No be me
Who confirmed it?
Nobody

Radio trottoir radio trottoir
one little “maybe” took a motorbike
Dem don carry am go dem don add pepper
by lunch that man was married twice

I went home to hide from the bulletin
My neighbour had prepared rice
My sister said a woman named Celeste
had accepted me on my behalf

Who is Celeste? Nobody knows
She may be a dentist
She may be in Dakar
She may have started at Idris’ second chair

My mother likes her already
She says Celeste sounds responsible
There are now two cakes in the kitchen
Neither one belongs to Kola

Wetin happen?
Ask the barber
Who start am?
No be me
Where proof dey?
It left by taxi
Can you stop am?
You fit try

Radio trottoir radio trottoir
no antenna no editor no brakes
By sunset Kola ran the ministry
by midnight I was cutting a second cake

Radio trottoir radio trottoir
every correction opens another branch
I only said “Maybe he is getting married”
Now Celeste is discussing curtains with my aunt

Kola brought the candles
My mother served the rice
Idris arrived with invitations

No be me

CREDITS
Performer: No Be Me
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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Summer Change
Kyle The Wildd

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Kyle The Wildd
Kyle The Wildd, hailing from the vibrant streets of London, is a solo artist whose sound effortlessly blends dance, electronic, nu-disco, and pop. With her captivating vocals and an innate ability to evoke emotion through music, Kyle has carved out a unique space in the contemporary music scene. Her latest track, "Summer Change," radiates a sense of joy and renewal, inviting listeners to embrace transformation and let go of the past. Kyle's lyrical themes often explore the complexities of personal growth and self-discovery, all while maintaining an uplifting energy that keeps her audience dancing.

From her early days experimenting with sound in local clubs to her current status as a rising figure in the electronic music landscape, Kyle's journey has been marked by a relentless passion for creativity. Her music resonates with those seeking inspiration; tracks like "Summer Change" symbolize a fresh outlook on life. Drawing from personal experiences combined with infectious beats, Kyle The Wildd captures the essence of summer—a time for change, happiness, and new beginnings. As she continues to expand her catalog and evolve as an artist, listeners can expect nothing less than an electrifying and heartfelt experience from her work.
Track(s)
Summer Change 45118 03:34

Summer Change

Kyle The Wildd


Sun on my skin
I let it in
Old ways loosen
By the pool again

I’m shedding the weight
Like a soaked-up shirt
Easy to say
Harder to learn

Happy summer and i will change
Happy summer and i will change
I’m not who I was in May
Happy summer and i will change

Bare feet blue cup
Ice in the cup
I call my own name
And I show up

I’m not going back
To the same old road
Burned up the map
Now I’m in control

Happy summer and i will change
Happy summer and i will change
I’m not who I was in May
Happy summer and i will change

Let the day run long
Let the hurt drift off
I can hear it now
My old skin drop

Happy summer and i will change
Happy summer and i will change
I’m not who I was in May
Happy summer and i will change

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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What's Going On (Cl...
Brick Lords

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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

What's Going On (Clean)

Brick Lords


Yes
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
Whoo!
Way down
Way down
This a freeway song
We sell work
Bruh
We ain't on "wei chong"
We let 'em die homie
We don't weigh Chong
Way down
Way down
Battle [Allen?]
Way down
Way down
Don't take no breaks

Dawg
Bring them red eyes along
Dawgs 'sleep' on me
I prolly woke they moms
Homies reach on me then that's just close they arms
Way down
Way down
Y'all do this once a month

All my dawgs be trappin' like homies exiting pr-on
I used to play with that heart and made a pocket off strong arm
If I try to be LeBron then I ain't talkin' bout bron-bron [LeBron?]
Why you Qbs playing bond
We wanna salt again
On what?

Uhn
Folding s**t
Origami if you trynna front
Race a stripper booted up and make her come in the front
If I'd a buck on my homie
We'd a been done up the one

What's going on
Dawgies?
What's happening
Slim?
Why these motherfu***ers actin' like they're leupsum qualm?
Actin' like I ain't in here playing with scary homeboys
Actin' like they wanna go bat below on this

Yeah
Dawgs
We home
Ay yo
Get your girl
Dawgy
E'rybody came
Huh
Get your girl
Dawgy
Monday through Sunday
And I'm going out crazy me
Like 21 7 6 5 4 3
And I'm going off

I said
I was learning my numbers when yugonna stop playing (when you gonna stop playing)
Taking all of this time
Fuh? you're coming with me (you're coming with me)
What you think I'm for

Yes
Babygirl finally reaching on
Like twinkle twinkle
Little star
What you think
Huh
For me?

What's going on
Dawgies?
What's happening
Slim?
Why these motherfu***ers actin' like they're leupsum qualm?
Actin' like I ain't in here playing with scary homeboys
Actin' like they wanna go bat below on this

Oh
Babydoll finally reached the bottom
And nobody was alarmed
"Babygirl
It ain't that deep"
And now
Now look at the past
And they didn't pray at first

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Old News
Kelvin Boyd

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Kelvin Boyd
Kelvin Boyd is an R&B and soul artist known for blending warm falsetto vocals with relaxed, conversational songwriting. His sound sits between classic soul, sample-based rhythm and modern groove, pulling together chopped records, electric piano textures and understated rap verses that feel personal without trying too hard. Rather than chasing drama, Kelvin’s music leans into maturity, detail and emotional control, turning everyday moments into songs that feel intimate, lived-in and quietly memorable.

His release Old News captures that approach perfectly, pairing a light, floating vocal with a grounded story about growth, distance and getting to a better place emotionally. There is nostalgia in his music, but it never feels stuck in the past. Kelvin Boyd makes songs that sound confident, warm and human, built for listeners who want soul with honesty, rhythm with restraint and a voice that can carry both tenderness and self-possession at the same time.
Track(s)
Old News 11133 03:21

Old News

Kelvin Boyd


(old news old news)

Somebody told me you got married
In a garden in the spring
They watched my face for the crack
And I gave them nothing

I checked myself all the way home
Waited for it to land

But it's old news
Old news
Somebody else's headline now
It's old news
Old news
I hope the garden was beautiful
And I mean it and that's new

(old news old news)

[Rap Verse]
Two years back this would have wrecked a whole week
Called my brother couldn't sleep couldn't eat
Now I hear the story and I'm halfway through a sandwich
Genuinely happy for you that's the plot twist
Time doesn't heal that's a line that people sell you
Time just hands you something else to fill you
Built a life so full there wasn't room to keep you
And that's not bitter that's the kindest thing I'll tell you

I kept the jacket for a while
Left it at a charity shop in March
Somebody's wearing it in the rain right now
And they don't know a thing about us

But it's old news
Old news
Somebody else's headline now
It's old news
Old news
I hope the garden was beautiful
And I mean it and that's new

I'm not over it because I won
I'm over it because I grew
Those are two different endings
And I got the better of the two

But it's old news
Old news
Somebody else's headline now
It's old news
Old news
I hope the garden was beautiful
And I mean it and that's new

It's old news
(old news old news)

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Middle Of Nowhere
He Forgot the Code

Middle Of Nowhere

He Forgot the Code



CREDITS
Performer: He Forgot the Code
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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No Turning Back
Breathing Syntax

No Turning Back

Breathing Syntax


Wake up — the clock won’t wait
Tie your shoes shift the weight
Mirror’s not your enemy
It’s the version you refuse to be

You’ve got fire in your legs
Steel in your breath
Wipe the doubt off your face
This is your test

No turning back
You’ve made it this far
Every step’s a strike
Every scar’s a star
No turning back
No room for “might”
You don’t need luck
You are the fight

Every wall is just a bluff
It shakes when you get tough
Every “no” you ever heard
Is a fuel you never burned
Keep going
Keep going
Keep going

No turning back
You write the map
Built from sweat
No room for “slack”
No turning back
You’ve come too far
You don’t need signs
You are the spark

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

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Les Petites Choses ...
Mina Cazal

Verified Verified Artist

Mina Cazal
Mina Cazal is a French pop singer and songwriter known for turning ordinary days into sharply observed little stories. Her songs move through missed buses, supermarket queues, unfinished conversations and small domestic disasters, finding humor in moments most people barely notice. Instead of writing about perfect romances or dramatic escapes, she focuses on the strange comedy of simply getting through the day.

Raised between Lyon and the southern town of Sète, Mina grew up around theatre rehearsals, second-hand records and long family dinners where everyone spoke at once. She began writing songs as miniature scenes, combining conversational French lyrics with bright basslines, playful keyboards and understated dance-pop rhythms. Her vocal style is expressive and intimate, often shifting between singing, speaking and half-smiling observations.

Her music feels polished but never overly controlled. Beneath the cheerful arrangements, there is always a trace of fatigue, doubt or quiet affection for imperfect people. Mina Cazal writes pop songs for listeners who lose their keys, forget why they entered a shop and still manage to make something memorable out of the day.
Track(s)
Les Petites Choses de Travers 11688 03:04

Les Petites Choses de Travers

Mina Cazal


Sept heures douze le réveil insiste
Je négocie encore quatre minutes
Le chat me regarde comme une huissière
Il connaît déjà toutes mes excuses

Une chaussette noire une chaussette bleue
Je déclare que c’est volontaire
Le pain a brûlé pendant que je lisais
Un message marqué « très prioritaire »

Dans l’ascenseur Madame Lefèvre
Me raconte son ficus malade
Je hoche la tête avec gravité
Comme une spécialiste des salades

J’avais prévu d’être impeccable
Organisée presque admirable
Mais le mardi connaît mon adresse
Et vient toujours semer le désordre

La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un bus raté des pâtes trop cuites
Un grand discours dans ma tête
Puis « oui bien sûr » quand on m’invite

La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Mais franchement tant mieux peut-être
Je perds mes clés je gagne une histoire
Et ça suffit pour tenir debout

À dix heures trente réunion d’équipe
Quelqu’un partage trente-six tableaux
Je dessine un poisson sur mon carnet
Il a l’air plus compétent que nous

À midi Sonia commande léger
Puis vole la moitié de mes frites
Elle dit : « Ça ne compte pas vraiment
Quand ça vient de l’assiette d’une copine »

Le serveur oublie mon dessert
Je décide que c’est philosophique
Certaines choses arrivent en retard
D’autres jamais et c’est très pratique

J’avais prévu d’être raisonnable
De répondre vite d’être joignable
Mais mon téléphone tombe à trois pour cent
Et soudain le monde se débrouille

La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un bus raté des pâtes trop cuites
Un grand discours dans ma tête
Puis « oui bien sûr » quand on m’invite

La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Mais franchement tant mieux peut-être
Je perds mes clés je gagne une histoire
Et ça suffit pour tenir debout

Dix-neuf heures six petite supérette
Je prends du lait des tomates du savon
Je repars avec un ananas
Et sans aucune explication

Le caissier demande si j’ai la carte
Je réponds oui puis cherche longtemps
Derrière moi personne ne soupire
C’est probablement un miracle local

Chez moi je cuisine en musique
Le chat refuse toute participation
Je mange debout près de l’évier
Comme une reine sans administration

On nous apprend les grandes décisions
Les beaux départs les lendemains utiles
Mais personne ne parle assez souvent
Du bonheur discret d’annuler un dîner

D’enlever ses chaussures trop tôt
De rire seule pour une phrase idiote
De trouver au fond d’un vieux sac
Le bonbon qu’on croyait disparu

La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un rendez-vous puis une autre route
Une mauvaise journée bien racontée
Devient presque une journée réussie

La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Et c’est peut-être tout son talent
Je ferme les volets je laisse la vaisselle
Demain fera mieux… ou différemment

Minuit vingt-deux le réveil est prêt
Je promets d’être sérieuse demain
Le chat me regarde sans rien dire
Il connaît déjà très bien la fin

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Memory Lane
Nico Laurent

Verified Verified Artist

Nico Laurent
Hailing from the sprawling city of Chicago, known for its gusty winds and hearty deep-dish pizzas, the one and only Nico Laurent has been making waves in the musical landscape with his undeniable talent and contagious energy. Born to an imaginative mother who weaved narratives that enchanted Nico's world and a meticulous father whose precision for constructing circuit boards was only matched by his love for the blues. You could say Nico was born to rhythm, melody, and a healthy dose of storytelling. He began his magical sonic journey right there, in the sweet-spot between abstraction and engineering, affectionately known as creativity.

That journey led Nico to pen one of his most notable songs, "I'm Not The One," a tune that dances delightfully between heartbreak and hope, two relatable sides for many of his listeners. His songs mirror his life - filled with textures and nuances - which are as electrifyingly real as the Chicago skyline during a lightning storm. Perhaps it's his mother's storytelling gift that makes his lyrics so compelling, or his father's keen sense for balance that keeps his melodies ringing in your ear long after the song ends. Or maybe, just maybe, it's that cheeky grin of his that makes you think he might know a secret or two about life's grand design. Whatever the case, it's hard to resist the magnetic pull of Nico Laurent and his ever-evolving sound.

Equal parts witty word-spinner and evocative tunesmith, Nico proves that the apple doesn't fall far from the metaphoric tree (and by the sound of it, this apple picked up a guitar on its way down). Nico remembers sitting between piles of books and heaps of cables as a kid, writing stories about robot musicians or sketching out designs for flying guitars, and that imaginative spirit still fuels his music today. So, buckle in and hold onto your hat (the wind in Chicago doesn’t mess around, you know), because Nico Laurent is just getting started, and this is one ride you won't want to miss.
Track(s)
I’m Not The One 28278 02:48
Raindrops In Ruby 36026 03:19
Memory Lane 26214 02:24

Memory Lane

Nico Laurent


This town is no stranger to me
No new pastures
Just better pasture memories
Human nature calling my name
Lights goin' out faster than 747's

Summers are colder now
Air feels dangerous
Small town stranger for now

Russian doll suitcase says one thing
That a lifetime of memories could never bring

They say she don't have much
You need weight to float things
Car's filling up

One thing she entertains
Swimmin' in Godlight
Floating down memory lane

Maps and posters
Letters from interstate
She gathers and disseminates
Board her plane
She watches her past
Nothing's meant to last

Russian doll suitcase says one thing
That a lifetime of memories could never bring

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Heat in My Step
Finn Calero

Verified Verified Artist

Finn Calero
Finn Calero, hailing from the vibrant music scene of Toronto, has carved out a niche for himself in the world of pop music. Initially making a name for himself behind the mixing console, he spent years crafting records for others, but it was a self-penned demo that changed everything—a track that resonated with feeling and authenticity, ultimately leading him to pursue his own musical identity. His infectious melodies and uplifting lyrics invite listeners to dance while reflecting on life's pulse, much like in his current track “Heat in My Step.”

With a focus on themes of connection and vitality, Finn’s catalog radiates joy and optimism. Each song he creates resonates with hopefulness, encouraging listeners to embrace every moment. Though he is still establishing his presence outside the intimate circles of music aficionados, tracks like “Heat in My Step” exemplify his ability to capture the essence of feeling alive through vibrant pop rhythms. This thematic consistency across his work highlights his dedication not just to craft catchy tunes but to evoke emotions that linger long after the final note.

As live performances become an essential aspect of his journey, Finn has begun to gather a loyal fan base at local venues like The Gladstone Hotel, where he often showcases new material infused with personal experiences. With aspirations to expand beyond the familiar Toronto backdrop, he remains committed to creating music that resonates deeply with anyone ready to feel joy and hope through sound. Finn Calero is more than just a pop artist; he is a storyteller weaving narratives that celebrate life’s most vibrant moments.
Track(s)
Heat in My Step 23779 01:40

Heat in My Step

Finn Calero


Oh!
You move like the world’s got a pulse in your hand
I feel it hit me every time you stand— hey!

You got a spark that keeps cutting the room
Every little gesture makes the beat go boom
Tell me what you want don’t hide that tone
’Cause the way you roll feels full-grown

Step-step heat in my step
Turn-turn making me sweat
Step-step heat in my step
You know exactly what effect you get

Move it right don’t hesitate
Your timing hits like it’s born from fate
Slide that line make it rotate
I’m locked in there’s no escape

You bring the fire when the tempo hits
I feel the energy across my ribs
You got a rhythm that never quits
I fall in sync when your body shifts
You bring the fire when the tempo hits
I rise I jump I lose my grip

Ooh you take me higher just by walking in
Ooh I feel my balance slipping thin
Ooh I try to hold but you begin
To turn my calm into a pivot-spin

Go on push it— yeah!
Go on show it— ah!
Go on move it— woo!
Heat in my step when I follow you!

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Old Good Days
Calvin Ray Monroe

Verified Verified Artist

Calvin Ray Monroe
Say hello to Calvin Ray Monroe, Manhattan's disco dynamo and independent music's best kept secret. He's a man turning his flat into a vibrant vortex of vinyl, vintage beats and vivacious zest.

Calvin's music is a love letter to brighter, cheerier and simpler times. Tucked away in his cosy, compact Manhattan studio, he's crafting sparkling dance tunes that taste like sunshine straight from an 8-track. Layers of lush, lighthearted beats laid with a playful, witty flair that gives his music a delightful "Happy Hour" allure all day long.

"Old Good Days", his juggernaut track, is the kind of song that'll huff, puff, and blow your cobwebs away. It tiptoes the line between nostalgic and novel - a dance-off with the past, in the present. Monroe's sound will make you groove, throw your hands up, and boogie - loving life even in your living room.

So, ladies and gentlemen, bring out your disco shoes and shine up your bright moods—the dance-floor awaits you with Calvin Ray Monroe's tunes. Whisked up on a whirlwind of happiness, we guarantee you'll forget all about yesterday and probably tomorrow too. Such is the magic of Calvin—the kind that's rare, real, and quite remarkably his own.
Track(s)
Old Good Days 47623 03:13

Old Good Days

Calvin Ray Monroe


I was on the block
With my people every day
Tryna get a dollar in a hundred different ways
Tell 'em I was hot
I just had to get away
And they tell me
"Brother
What about the old good days?"

I was on the block
With my people every day
Tryna get a dollar in a hundred different ways
Tell 'em I was hot
I just had to get away
And they tell me
"Brother
What about the old good days?"

They want that old me back
Now that version in the past
When I was a young kid
I just wanted me a bag

On the corner with my people
In the middle of the night
Everybody moving careful
Just trying to make it right

Man I been hot
I been on my own thing
Riding with a Taurus
I was on some horoscope thing

All my people winning
Man we don't ever forfeit
Me and my people never moving on no weak stuff

I'm in this place with my woadies
I'm in this place with my homies
I'm in this place with the people
That really been down
And the ones that really been knowing me

I'm in this place with the people
That said they would ride for me
And the ones that would've stood with me

I'm in this place with the people
That told me I couldn't do it
But now I be doing me

I'm on a different type time
Girl you know I been on my grind
Tryna move all of my people up out the hood
Get 'em out of the bind

I know that all of my people got demons
But that's why I keep all my angels around
I told all my people
"If you hold me down
Then I'ma hold you down"

I was on the block
With my people every day
Tryna get a dollar in a hundred different ways
Tell 'em I was hot
I just had to get away
And they tell me
"Brother
What about the old good days?"

I was on the block
With my people every day
Tryna get a dollar in a hundred different ways
Tell 'em I was hot
I just had to get away
And they tell me
"Brother
What about the old good days?"

I was on the block
I was on the block
Tell 'em I was hot
And they tell me
"Brother
What about the old good days?"

I was on the block
Tell 'em I was hot
And they tell me
"Brother
What about the old good days?"

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Twin Sunsets

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Twin Sunsets



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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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