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Fire on the Floor
Zuriq Stone
Verified Artist
Zuriq Stone
Zuriq Stone is a rising Afrobeat pop artist blending African rhythmic heritage with modern global pop energy. Born into a city shaped by street music, dance, and late-night radio sounds, he developed a style rooted in groove and movement rather than trends. His music balances infectious dance rhythms with a confident vocal presence, carrying a natural African accent that feels raw, warm, and unmistakably authentic.
Drawing inspiration from everyday urban life, Zuriq Stone creates songs built for motion. Whether it is the pulse of a crowded street or the freedom of a packed dance floor, his sound focuses on connection and momentum. English lyrics form the core of his songwriting, often joined by short phrases in African languages that turn his choruses into shared chants rather than just hooks.
Zuriq Stone releases his music on Filodyo, where his tracks are curated as part of a new wave of global pop shaped by African rhythms and contemporary production. Designed for both digital platforms and real-world listening environments, his songs move seamlessly from playlists to dance floors, reflecting Filodyo’s vision of modern, forward-moving music culture.
Fire on the Floor
Zuriq Stone
Yeah yeah
Mm listen now
We don’t slow down tonight
Sun drop low on the city line
Heart beat sync with the bass this time
No map no rules no rewind
We move as one no border signs
I came up from the rhythm street
Barefoot dreams and a hungry beat
Every scar got a story loud
Every move say I’m here right now
When the drums talk I obey
Feel it rise under my skin
No fear when the lights go red
This is where we begin
Moto moto fire on the floor
Songa mbele give me more
Twende pamoja don’t let go
Tonight we burn tonight we glow
Moto moto hear them say
Maisha ni sasa now not someday
Body talk when the words say no
Tonight we burn tonight we glow
Eh eh eh
Move it closer
Eh eh eh
Right here
Gold chain swing with the tempo fast
Every step make the moment last
DJ spin that truth so loud
From Lagos nights to the London crowd
No sleep when the vibe too strong
Whole world sing when the hook come on
If you feel lost follow sound
This beat gonna hold you down
When the drums talk I obey
Feel it rise under my skin
No fear when the lights go red
This is where we begin
Moto moto fire on the floor
Songa mbele give me more
Twende pamoja don’t let go
Tonight we burn tonight we glow
Moto moto hear them say
Maisha ni sasa now not someday
Body talk when the words say no
Tonight we burn tonight we glow
Hands up no delay
From the block to the cabana
Left foot right foot sway
We don’t need no permission
Heat jump crowd reply
Every face got a reason
One night one time
Let the rhythm make the decision
Moto moto fire on the floor
Songa mbele give me more
Twende pamoja don’t let go
Tonight we burn tonight we glow
Moto moto hear them say
Maisha ni sasa now not someday
Body talk when the words say no
Tonight we burn tonight we glow
Yeah
We don’t slow down
Mm
Africa to the world
CREDITS
Performer: Zuriq Stone
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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System Online
Daxe
Verified Artist
Daxe
DAXE is a French producer and DJ whose sound channels the raw spirit of the mid-90s underground Parisian club scene. Known for his gritty, lo-fi French house productions, he builds hypnotic tracks around distorted synth-bass loops, saturated textures, and minimal yet powerful drum machine grooves.
Emerging from late-night warehouse parties in Paris, DAXE earned a reputation for his uncompromising sets that fuse analog warmth with a rebellious edge. His music feels both dirty and infectious — a soundtrack built for smoke-filled rooms, flashing strobe lights, and crowds that never stop moving.
As a producer, DAXE stays loyal to hardware samplers, vinyl, and classic drum machines, crafting tracks that echo the golden era of French house while pushing it forward with his own raw signature. As a DJ, he thrives on the connection between loop-driven grooves and the dancefloor, keeping energy high and tension tight.
His latest track, “System Online”, embodies this ethos: hypnotic, streetwise, and uncompromising — a pure dancefloor anthem. Released exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, it cements DAXE as a name carrying the underground French house tradition into a new era.
System Online
Daxe
System… online…
Motion… design…
Cycle… repeat…
Zero… complete…
Automatic… static…
Binary… manic…
Program… engage…
Data… on stage…
One-two… one-two…
Error… breakthrough…
Signal… overload…
Run-time… explode…
CREDITS
Performer: Daxe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Step Into My Rhythm
Dennise
Verified Artist
Dennise
Born in 1996 in Antwerp, Belgium, Dennise began her creative career not as a singer, but as a voice-over artist. With a warm, expressive tone and remarkable control, she became a sought-after voice in commercials, audiobooks, and animated films across Europe. For years, her voice was instantly recognizable, even if her face stayed out of the spotlight.
Music had always been quietly present in her life. Between recording sessions, she would write melodies and lyrics, experimenting with harmonies and vocal textures in her small home studio. Her path into music took a decisive turn when Filodyo producer Hakan E. heard one of her demos and invited her to record an original track.
Since that moment, Dennise has worked exclusively with Filodyo, creating songs that combine her precise vocal technique with a modern pop sensibility shaped by European dance rhythms. Guided by Hakan E.’s production, her tracks carry both the polish of a seasoned professional and the intimacy of a storyteller.
Outside the studio, Dennise is an avid cyclist and urban wanderer, often finding lyrical inspiration on her rides through city streets and coastal paths. For her, music is simply another way to tell a story — but now, her voice takes center stage.
Step Into My Rhythm
Dennise
Got a beat in my chest it’s a runaway train
Every move you make pulls me back again
I’m caught in your tempo can’t break away
But I don’t wanna leave I’m here to stay
Turn it up let it spin
Take my hands pull me in
No rules just the sound
We’ll burn this floor to the ground
Step into my rhythm don’t you slow it down
Oh-oh keep it moving now
We’re a spark in the night we don’t need a crown
Step into my rhythm and we’ll shut it down
Yeah shut it down down down
Your eyes talk loud like a midnight call
Don’t you dare let the moment fall
My heartbeat’s playing in 4/4 time
And you’re the reason for every line
Turn it up let it spin
Take my hands pull me in
No rules just the sound
We’ll burn this floor to the ground
Step into my rhythm don’t you slow it down
Oh-oh keep it moving now
We’re a spark in the night we don’t need a crown
Step into my rhythm and we’ll shut it down
Oh we shut it down down down
One step two step keep the groove tight
We’re gonna make this our favorite night
No going back no turning around
We own the beat we own the sound
Step into my rhythm don’t you slow it down
Oh-oh keep it moving now
We’re a spark in the night we don’t need a crown
Step into my rhythm and we’ll shut it down
Yeah yeah yeah — shut it down
Step into my rhythm… oh-oh-oh
CREDITS
Performer: Dennise
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Twilight
Eliza Turing
Verified Artist
Eliza Turing
Straight out of the indie heartland, meet Eliza Turing, the happy-go-lucky troubadour with a knack for knitting melodies that stick to your soul. Turing, unmistakably named in honor of her Silicon Valley roots, is a dose of sunshine in melancholic indie sound, with the main weapon in her musical arsenal being her 'filodyo' in enchanting harmony with her lyrics.
Every indie artist has their quirkiest, and Turing isn’t exempt. Yes, her crafty way of turning our text messages into her songs, it's like she's reading your chatbox through her chords. And yet, she carries an uncanny ability to transcribe these frivolous life ontologies into ballads with resilience and ample generosity – the persona aside her cat-loving nature.
Her standout track "Twilight" is a testament to this, translating the day's end languor into a jovial indie anthem that sets your feet tapping and heart humming. Turing taps into the secret sauce of scoring happiness, infusing a vibrant, peppy melody into her music.
So next time the day weighs heavy, your vibe seeks the indie humming, or perhaps, your feline friend needs a den companion, you know whose Soundcloud account to check out. No autographs, please, Turing only signs on music sheets, with notes, duck!
Twilight
Eliza Turing
Night slips through the alley
Glinting cobblestone
Our steps beat in silence
As we wander the unknown
And we run untamed and wild
No chains can hold us still
The night is ours to conquer
As we bend it to our will
Oh figures in the twilight
Moving with the breeze (with the breeze)
Together we catch fire (we catch fire)
Dancing shadows free (shadows free)
Neon haze surrounds us
Sky without a map
The rhythm pulls us onward
We dance without a gap
With every breath we're rising
No weight to hold us down
The night’s a wave we’re riding
We’re free and never bound
Oh figures in the twilight
Moving with the breeze (with the breeze)
Together we catch fire (we catch fire)
Dancing shadows free (shadows free)
Cool air brushes softly
Words we never say
Lost inside this riddle
No fear to lead our way
Soundwaves ripple through us
Sparks inside our veins
Every move we’re making
Lifts us past the chains
Oh figures in the twilight
Moving with the breeze (with the breeze)
Together we catch fire (we catch fire)
Dancing shadows free (shadows free)
Shadows shadows free
We catch fire yeah
Dancing shadows free
With the breeze with the breeze
Shadows shadows free
CREDITS
Performer: Eliza Turing
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Just Like That
Checkmate
Verified Artist
Checkmate
Checkmate formed in London out of restlessness rather than intention. Different neighborhoods, different backgrounds, same impulse: to move, to react, to play music that refuses to stand still. Ska was never a costume for them, it was a language. Fast rhythms, sharp turns, humor used as defiance. They grew up surrounded by noise, contradictions, and crowded streets, and their sound reflects that constant motion.
Their music is playful but not careless, political without slogans, chaotic but precise. Each member brings a different energy, and none of them try to smooth those edges out.
Checkmate thrives on contrast: bright melodies against nervous tension, joy next to disruption. What comes out is loud, physical, and alive. Their releases are heard only on Filodyo and NOT FM, where movement matters more than polish and nothing is forced to sit quietly in the background.
Just Like That
Checkmate
Bus is late but the sun is out
Someone’s laughing way too loud
Corner shop knows my face
Same old song same old place
Shoelace broke still on time
Found a coin lost my mind
Nothing special nothing deep
But today’s been good to me
Radio plays that beat again
Head goes left feet say “amen”
I wasn’t looking for a sign
But the street feels right in time
Life’s doing fine yeah look around
Sticky tables familiar sounds
Not a movie not a plan
Just a good day where I stand
Life’s doing fine no big parade
Just walking slow no rush today
If this is all I’m cool with that
Yeah I like it just like that
Coffee spills laugh it off
Wrong turn but I don’t stop
Shoes too tight shirt’s too thin
Still smiling when I walk in
Someone hums the tune I know
Traffic moves then says hello
Nothing changed still feels new
Guess the trick is how you view
No winning streak no finish line
Just wasting time and feeling fine
If this moment’s all I get
I’m not mad at it yet
Life’s doing fine yeah look around
Bent street signs old beat-up towns
Not a headline not a scam
Just a good day where I stand
Life’s doing fine no big parade
Late night talks cheap lemonade
If this is all I’m cool with that
Yeah I like it just like that
Maybe tomorrow’s loud and rough
But today’s already enough
No promises no advice
Just breathing in a decent life
Life’s doing fine hear that horn
Someone dancing someone bored
Not a dream not a trap
Just a moment and I’ll clap
Life’s doing fine I’ll say it twice
Not perfect but it’s nice
If this is all I’m cool with that
Yeah I love it just like that
Just like that
Yeah just like that
CREDITS
Performer: Checkmate
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Albion
Erik Lindholm
Verified Artist
Erik Lindholm
Swedish born and dance-floor dominator, Erik Lindholm, boasts a temperament as lively as his pulsating bass lines. His sonic sensibilities, threaded through every groove in his heart-thumping dance maestro, are as intriguing as the tale of his journey to the top of the beat kingdom.
Raised in the heart of Gothenburg, Lindholm's coming-of-age could be likened to a groovy scandi-noir episode spiced with Abba tracks. His gruff but supportive Fishmonger father, Olaf, served up his son's first taste of rhythm with the flick of his filleting knife, while his samba-loving mother, Ingrid, nurtured his love for infectious cadence. Schooldays were filled with misadventures involving tin-can drum sets, impromptu corridor concerts, and confiscated mixtapes. Bet his bemused math teacher never guessed this rebel with a cause would rise as a dance music sovereign.
Advertising his outright refusal to be pigeonholed, Lindholm's "Albion" is more than an axiom of his sound, it's a representation of his relentless pursuit of reinvention. This dance-infused ode to joy, shimmers with synths, pulsates with kinetic beats and is as intoxicating as a round of round-the-clock-midsummer-Swedish-sunshine. It's a rollicking auditory journey aptly capturing his carpe diem approach to making people move and groove.
Erik Lindholm's music vividly paints a colorful backdrop of effervescent vibes and infectious enthusiasm. And while we could end this with something delightfully corny like, "this Scandinavian sensation is dancing to the beat of his own drum machine," let's leave it at this - Lindholm lives to make hearts thump in sync with his beats, and folks, he sure succeeds.
Albion
Erik Lindholm
Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead
In a dead world why do great times feel so silent
Over ripped sheet music why do doormen wear rags
On the Pavonia sewers why do women in love
Feel so dead in a dead world
Where Albion is silent where Albion is silent
Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead
Why is our pretty nurse standing there
Why that sorry expression on the face of her lover
So I spake to him of womankind
I said here council's floral it svours like the thyme
He said
How could you blame me when I told you it was her
I said
And we know the truth
You're a lover like your father
Later in the painting room as Ripper's painting light
Comes the lover placed by my hand
On the canvas of our wedding night
There a similitude derues your lover's blush tonight
As her florescent eyes explore mine
So remember even flowers are suseptible to night
CREDITS
Performer: Erik Lindholm
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Cooler Than My Tears
Miles Rennick
Verified Artist
Miles Rennick
Miles Rennick is an electro-pop singer and songwriter whose music blends playful irony with slick, club-ready production. With a cheeky, half-sung and half-spoken vocal style, he brings a unique personality to the modern indie-pop scene.
His debut track “Cooler Than My Tears” captures this spirit perfectly — a quirky yet infectious anthem built on groovy basslines, crisp synth riffs, and a sarcastic lyrical edge. Both tongue-in-cheek and danceable, the track reflects Rennick’s ability to turn irony into a hook.
Dedicated to staying independent and unconventional, Miles Rennick has chosen to release his music exclusively through Filodyo and NOT FM, highlighting his close collaboration with platforms that value originality and artistic freedom.
Cooler Than My Tears
Miles Rennick
(ha!)
The lock is broken doors swing wide
No more shadows I need to hide
Your perfume fades on an empty shelf
I found a mirror I found myself
Every promise was a borrowed flame
Now I walk and forget your name (uhh)
Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (yeah ha!)
I’m alive I’m alive (woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the echoes fade from me (na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (uhh)
Empty glass on the wooden rail
Stories sink but my ship will sail
Every memory’s a paper boat
Drifting far till it can’t float (yeah)
Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (woo!)
I’m alive I’m alive (say it loud)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ohhh)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (yeah yeah)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (hah!)
You thought I’d break…
But I’m stronger than the storm
I’m running past the past
And it will never find me again (mmm)
I’m alive I’m alive (uhh woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (na-na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (yeah yeah yeah)
(ha!)
Cooler than the tears I cried…
Cooler than the tears I cried
CREDITS
Performer: Miles Rennick
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Long Distance Line ...
Eli Varnish
Verified Artist
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.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Soft Collision
Arin Paper Crown
Soft Collision
Arin Paper Crown
[Cold Open]
네가 가까워지면
내 하루가 달라져
작은 숨 하나까지
너에게 닿는 것 같아
I don’t know what you did to me
But my heart moves carefully
아무 말 없이 웃어도
이상하게 따뜻해져
너의 눈을 보고 있으면
시간이 조금 느려져
서두르지 않아도 돼
우린 이미 가까워
[Lift]
조용한 이 마음이
너를 향해 번져 가
겁이 나도 괜찮아
너도 같은 눈빛이야
Soft collision
너와 내가 닿는 순간
Soft collision
내 맘이 먼저 알아
Love is coming softly
천천히 내게 와 줘
Soft collision
I fall into you
Soft collision
말보다 깊은 이 순간
Soft collision
숨길 수가 없잖아
Love is moving slowly
조금 더 머물러 줘
Soft collision
I fall into you
하루 끝에 네가 있으면
복잡한 맘이 풀려
작은 농담 하나에도
내 표정이 먼저 웃어
I was used to being alone
Keeping everything inside
그런 나를 흔든 사람
너라는 게 좋아
[Lift 2]
가까워질수록
더 솔직해지고 싶어
내 안에 남겨 둔 말
오늘은 전하고 싶어
Soft collision
너와 내가 닿는 순간
Soft collision
내 맘이 먼저 알아
Love is coming softly
천천히 내게 와 줘
Soft collision
I fall into you
Soft collision
말보다 깊은 이 순간
Soft collision
숨길 수가 없잖아
Love is moving slowly
조금 더 머물러 줘
Soft collision
I fall into you
혹시 너도 나처럼
돌아서기 아쉬웠다면
아무 말 하지 않아도
손을 잡아 줘
이 밤이 끝나기 전에
내 마음을 알아줘
너라면 괜찮아
I can let you in
[Final Chorus]
Soft collision
너와 내가 닿는 순간
Soft collision
내 맘이 먼저 알아
Love is coming softly
천천히 내게 와 줘
Soft collision
I fall into you
Soft collision
말보다 깊은 이 순간
Soft collision
숨길 수가 없잖아
Love is moving slowly
조금 더 머물러 줘
Soft collision
I fall into you
네가 가까워지면
내 하루가 달라져
Soft collision
I fall into you
CREDITS
Performer: Arin Paper Crown
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Catastrofe
Ra Rauw 42
Verified Artist
Ra Rauw 42
Ra Rauw 42 is a Berlin-based hip hop trio redefining what underground sound means in the heart of Europe. Formed in 2022, the group brings together three contrasting forces: Jonas “JZ” Klinke, a battle-scarred lyricist raised on Neukölln’s street corners; Felix “Nebula” Brandt, an analog synth hoarder with a soft spot for East German radio textures; and Lina “Vel” Morgenstern, a conservatory dropout whose icy vocals and haunting hooks give the group its signature edge.
Their paths crossed at a chaotic warehouse rave in Friedrichshain. JZ was freestyling through the fog machine, Nebula hijacked the aux cable to drop a grime bootleg, and Vel—originally just photographing the night—ended up singing the hook that silenced the crowd. That spontaneous moment led to their first studio session, where “Catastrofe” was born.
“Catastrofe”, their explosive debut single, dropped exclusively on Filodyo, bypassing traditional platforms in a deliberate move to keep their sound raw and uncensored. It’s not just a song—it’s a signal. Ra Rauw 42 isn’t asking for attention. They’re taking it.
Catastrofe
Ra Rauw 42
Ra-Rauw
Raul Alejandro
Austin Baby
Chris Jedi
Gaby Music
Dime
Baby
I don't think I'll survive until the weekend
She wants me to become vegan
Your girlfriend
My favorite stripper
She's a little prettier
But just as toxic as you
I met you at a club in Medellin
I wanted to put you in a Lamborghini (Woh woh woh woh)
'Cause she's a party girl (Party girl)
And I gave her a pill (I gave her a pill woh)
I just have a message for you (Message)
I don't want to see you again
Have a good life (Have a good life)
I hope you lose your wallet (Hope you lose your wallet)
And you cry over every song (Oh my God)
I hope you run out of gas (Gas)
Your favorite song gets deleted (Gets deleted)
And your flight gets canceled (Gets canceled)
And you have a catastrophic night (Catastrophic night)
I hope you get a flat tire (Flat tire)
Your period is delayed for ten days (Delayed for ten days)
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled (Gets spoiled)
And you have a catastrophic night (And you have a catastrophic night)
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
I don't think I'll survive until the weekend (Until the weekend)
She wants me to become vegan (Vegan)
Your girlfriend
My favorite stripper (Oh my God)
She's a little prettier
But just as toxic as you (Baby)
I met you at a club in Medellin (Medellin)
I wanted to put you in a Lamborghini (Lamborghini)
(Woh woh woh woh)
'Cause she's a party girl (Party girl)
And I gave her a pill (Gave her a pill woh)
(Oh oh oh)
(Oh oh oh)
I just have a message for you (Message)
I don't want to see you again
Have a good life (Have a good life)
I hope you lose your wallet (Hope you lose your wallet)
And you cry over every song (Oh my God)
I hope you run out of gas (Gas)
Your favorite song gets deleted (Gets deleted)
And your flight gets canceled (Gets canceled)
And you have a catastrophic night (Catastrophic night)
I hope you get a flat tire (Flat tire)
Your period is delayed for ten days (Delayed for ten days)
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled (Gets spoiled)
And you have a catastrophic night (And you have a catastrophic night)
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And you have a catastrophic night
(And you have a catastrophic night)
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And you have a catastrophic night
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled
CREDITS
Performer: Ra Rauw 42
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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No Replay
Mara Vey
Verified Artist
Mara Vey
Mara Vey is a pop and electronic vocalist whose songs pair clear melodic writing with sleek dance production and emotionally direct storytelling. Her sound moves between modern dance-pop, refined house rhythms and intimate electronic textures, giving reflective themes an immediate radio-ready lift.
She writes about self-respect, changing patterns and the private decisions that reshape everyday life. Rather than turning heartbreak into spectacle, Mara focuses on the moment a person chooses clarity, sets a boundary and keeps moving.
“No Replay” captures that approach through a warm deep-house pulse, precise female vocals and a chorus built around leaving the past where it belongs. Its confident energy balances emotional honesty with a polished, forward-moving groove.
Mara Vey’s music is designed for late drives, crowded rooms and solitary resets alike—melodic, clean and direct, with hooks that stay memorable without losing their meaning.
No Replay
Mara Vey
One more message then I let it go
No hard feelings just a different road
You send a question past a quarter two
I read it twice but I already knew
We kept a habit long beyond its use
Now every answer feels like an excuse
I don't need a perfect ending
I just need a line that's true
No replay no replay
We can leave it where it changed
No replay no replay
I won't trade my peace for yesterday
Keep the good release the weight
No replay no replay
No no no replay
No no no replay
Friends keep asking if I miss the sound
I miss who I was when you came around
But missing isn't an instruction now
I know the exit and I know it counts
I don't need a perfect ending
I just need a line that's true
No replay no replay
We can leave it where it changed
No replay no replay
I won't trade my peace for yesterday
Keep the good release the weight
No replay no replay
Maybe closure isn't something said
Maybe it's the choice to step ahead
No villain no score no debt to pay
Just two people choosing separate ways
No replay no replay
We can leave it where it changed
No replay no replay
I won't trade my peace for yesterday
Keep the good release the weight
No replay no replay
No hard feelings no replay
I choose peace and walk away
CREDITS
Performer: Mara Vey
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.
