
A murky, depressive pivot into cloud rap. Slurred vocals and skeletal beats create a haunting portrait of isolation and addiction.
It's like a drill album that's been left out in the rain and started to melt.
A heavy, drug-induced fog of loneliness and exhaustion that feels both intimate and distant.
Melancholic saturates this record far more than the artist's norm.
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