i need a song writer and producer

DakotaMagic1 hour ago

oh i can ge ton that im calling it fruit fly

RawrItWASNick1 hour ago

Thay would require me listening to the source material

MarieEve1 hour ago

Blame chatgpt Title: They All Call Her Mom Verse 1 She walks in shining, room lights up, Glossed lips, big hoops, iced coffee cup. Knows every secret, every crush, One raised brow and the whole room hush. She’s got tissues in her designer bag, Pep talk sharp with a playful drag, If your heart breaks at 2 a.m., Best believe you’re calling her then. Pre-Chorus Some folks search for love above, We found ours in chosen love. When the night feels cold and long, There’s one name on all our tongues. Chorus All the gays call her Mom, When the lashes fall off at dawn. All the gays call her Mom, She’s the glue when the vibe goes wrong. With a “baby, stand tall” and a knowing smile, She’ll read you soft but roast your style. Through every fight and every prom— All the gays call her Mom. Verse 2 Bathroom mirror therapy queen, Fixing crowns with safety pins. “Text him? No.” — she takes your phone, Says, “You’re the prize, act like you’ve known.” She’ll hype your fit, adjust your hair, Tell you nobody else compares. If somebody tries to dim your shine, She steps in front—draws the line. Pre-Chorus Family ain’t just DNA, It’s who shows up and makes a way. In every club, in every song, Her children sing along. Chorus All the gays call her Mom, When the lashes fall off at dawn. All the gays call her Mom, She’s the calm in a glitter storm. With a “baby, breathe” and a healing psalm, She turns our chaos into calm. Through every right and every wrong— All the gays call her Mom. Bridge Not by birth but by heart she’s crowned, In six-inch heels she holds us down. Chosen queen with a sacred charm, Her hug’s a shield, her words a balm. Final Chorus All the gays call her Mom, Raise a glass, let’s pass it on. All the gays call her Mom, She’s our legend, our icon. Through every shade and every qualm, She keeps us fierce, she keeps us strong. And wherever we go, we carry her song— ’Cause all the gays call her Mom. 🌈

brookie1 hour ago

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NicoRobin1 hour ago

Mother slay. House. Boots down. Shake the ass. Go queen you got this. We love you, but in a platonic way. B-R-O-O-K-I-E. Repeat 5 times with a moan in the background. Boom hit single.

Sam1 hour ago

i can help you