
Eight tracks of skeletal, piano-led trap that feels like a humid Florida midnight. Introspective, murky, and deeply vulnerable.
It sounds like a midnight drive through Pompano Beach when you've got too much on your mind.
A heavy, humid introspection that feels like a private confession whispered over skeletal trap beats.
It runs a touch cooler and more held-back than this artist's baseline.
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