Bernard Joyce
- Member ID
- M485624
- Genres
- Hip-hop, Pop, Rap, Rock, Singer-Songwriter
- Joined
- 14 Dec, 2022
- City
- Dublin
- Country
- Ireland
- Looking For
- Lyricists, Songwriters, Musicians, Mentors
- Collab Goals
- Mainstream release, Independent release, Publishing deal, Sync placement, Fun
- Uses AI
- No
- Charges for services
- Yes
- Willing to pay
- Yes
- Rate
- €10 per hour
- Experience
- Professional
- Last Active
- 14 Jun, 2026
DescriptionWhatsup people my name is beedzy an Irish artist from Dublin, Ireland, formerly signed to a record label my songwriting is typically emotional and hard hitting,I am very diverse being able to rap and sing on several types of instrumentals I’m always looking to further my craft, I’m tryna make some money writing lyrics for people if you need to add depth and meaning to your art or just looking for somebody to collab with hmu let’s create!🇮🇪🔥
Dreams & AmbitionsI will become 1 of the greatest artists ireland has ever produced, I grew up in a traumatic environment on the outskirts on Dublin City where life dealt me a lot of backhands, take this journey with me through my music where I tackle subjects such as Domestic violence Drug addiction Mental health Heartbreak Discrimination And more! My life is a story conveyed thru art, I plan to turn my pain into profit and give my family the life they deserve, join me and make history with me!
Lyrics
Genres: Hip-hop, Rap
(Don’t mind the symbols these are used to emphasize pronunciation and changes in pitch and flow this is my normal process) Is it too quick, for me to go-> I tried to fit, IN, but left in the cold-> This fake mask I wear ITS heav-y to hold-> I’m sorry it CAN drop some-times, Ik, it’s getting old-> (Ch) Anx-iety-> I feel like it’s fighting me Its ins-ide of me-> can’t take this shit out-side of me Tripping o-ver the things I said, I’m tryna, find my feet Fighting with the LASTof me, I’m scared this be a TRAG-edy This a,CAT-astrophe, feel like my hearts in, at-rophy It’s looking bad for me, the time I spent, stress-ing can drain my, batt-ery (Tiny space) Feels like a, battle g, my demons try to, tackle me, unravel me, but they can never BA-tter me At ONE, point woulda left, this earth, coulda done it, HA-ppily But I got, peo-PLE taht de-PEND on me So I know I can’t fold Ik I can’t let,,THIS shit slide (Space) Many nights I cried Uncomfortable in my skin I try, to, throw it, to the, side Bonnie ,with no ,clyde, all the darkness that I saw, how can I , kill it from in-SIDE Will I de-cide, to get help or will I fumble my soul I had to climb back out the rubble out of trouble to find, gold It was cold Had to make it out al-one Not a text seen on my phone, had to do this by my own Cuz It just shows If we got nun to offer,,, then they ain’t gett-ing close
