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Track: What You Heard
Artist: Sonder
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Made up of producers Atu and Dpat with lead vocals by singer Brent Faiyaz, the collaborative entity Sonder took form in 2016, quickly crafting a slew of singles characterized by minimal beats, blurry multi-tracked vocal harmonies, and a fragmented, futuristic take on traditional R&B. The trio spent the fall of 2016 in a flurry of productivity, dropping singles "Victoria," "Undone," and "Sheath". Sonder followed up in the early months of 2017 with the seven-song EP Into.

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Release: Sonder - What You Heard
Year: 2024
Genres: Funk / Soul
Styles: Contemporary R&B

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Fuck you mind up, Facetime
I'm prone to that, do it all the time
Keep your guards up, a waiting line
You don't need me, please believe me
This ain't easy, you know I been fiendin'
Let me unleash my demons on you

What's the word? Tell me what you heard
Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts
When I get you to myself, it's murder
What's the word? Tell me what you heard
Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts
When I get you to myself, it's murder

What you mean, you and me? I'm here all by myself
You around, she's around, just be polite and I'll leave for a hour
The fuck you call this? Hopeless, not romantic
I ain't got no kids so don't be so childish
You wildin', I be wildin' too
And I like you, said, baby, look like you
Maybe we ain't so different, maybe I be trippin' too

What's the word? Tell me what you heard
Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts
When I get you to myself, it's murder
What's the word? Tell me what you heard
Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts
When I get you to myself, it's murder

You ain't gotta worry
'Bout nothin', nothin'
'Bout nothin', babe
You ain't gotta worry
Worry 'bout nothin', nothin'
You ain't gotta worry
'Bout nothin', nothin'

If he was a winner, girl, you wouldn't have to worry 'bout a damn thing
If I was up in it, shit, I bet a pound that I'd put it down
Like you'd forget that you was ever with him
And I hate talkin' 'bout my stroke game
But girl, I'm givin' you the whole thing
I could put like twenty five on your finger, five for your shades
So you can't see these other niggas, they won't call you again
That's enough, I can see you're wastin' time
'Fore you pay it out to me, know when the romp ends

I just wanna climb in, night and day, wanna stay
I'll be more open so keep it open
Gimme that