
Six tracks of submerged Atlanta soul and low-slung trap. A murky, late-night internal monologue recorded for the quiet hours after the party ends.
The perfect soundtrack for a 2 AM drive when you're in your feelings but still want the bass to hit.
A heavy, nocturnal introspection that feels like a humid Atlanta night.
Brooding saturates this record notably more than the artist's norm.
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