
A murky, melodic dispatch from the intersection of West Coast trap and psychedelic R&B. Heavy with reverb and the weight of time spent away.
It sounds like a neon-lit therapy session recorded in the back of a slow-moving SUV.
A heavy, drug-blurred introspection that balances the bravado of the streets with the vulnerability of isolation.
The writing leans a touch further into self examination than the rest of the catalogue.
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