Uploaded August 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Mitchell Frederick - Under Your Spell (Original Mix)
www.nocturnalradio.live // mitchellfrederick.com
Whisper in the dark, you pull me closer,
Body to body, it’s taking over.
Under your spell, can’t let go,
Heat in my chest, let it show.
Under your spell, I’m losing time,
Take me deeper, cross the line.
Breath on my neck… rhythm inside,
Eyes on me, nowhere to hide.
Under your spell, no escape,
Night keeps burning, hearts awake.
Under your spell, I want more,
Lost together on this floor.
Mitchell Frederick - Under Your Spell (Original Mix)
www.nocturnalradio.live // mitchellfrederick.com
Whisper in the dark, you pull me closer,
Body to body, it’s taking over.
Under your spell, can’t let go,
Heat in my chest, let it show.
Under your spell, I’m losing time,
Take me deeper, cross the line.
Breath on my neck… rhythm inside,
Eyes on me, nowhere to hide.
Under your spell, no escape,
Night keeps burning, hearts awake.
Under your spell, I want more,
Lost together on this floor.
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Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Smoke Signals & Cheap Thrills
Woke up in a lawn chair, sand in my jeans,
Last thing I remember, I was chasin’ a dream.
Bottle in my left hand, spliff in my right,
Pretty little thing said she’d stay for the night—
But she gone... like my last twenty bucks,
Now I’m skippin’ town, guess I ran outta luck.
Ohhh, I hear the sirens singin’ my name,
Ohhh, but I never play that game…
Smoke signals, cheap thrills, runnin’ from the law,
One step ahead, but I’m bound to fall.
No money, no plan, just a song in my head,
Live fast, love loud, wake up half-dead.
Met a rasta man said, “Boy, you look lost,”
Told me ‘bout Jah, then he stole my sauce.
Bought a ticket south, but the train broke down,
So I’m thumbin’ rides with a dog and a clown.
Got a tattoo from a dude in a van,
Spelled it wrong but—man, I’m a fan!
Ohhh, I hear the waves call my name…
Ohhh, but they never sound the same…
Smoke signals, cheap thrills, runnin’ from the law,
One step ahead, but I’m bound to fall.
No money, no plan, just a song in my head,
Live fast, love loud, wake up half-dead.
They say “slow down”—I say “why?”
The reaper got a ticket but he waitin’ in line…
Roll me up, let me float like a kite,
I’ll be back when the stars burn bright…
Yeahhh… cheap thrills…
Oooohhh… no regrets, no refills…")
