
Six tracks of skeletal, submerged trap. A hazy, monotone internal monologue recorded in the dead of a Chicago night.
It's the ultimate 'staring at the ceiling at 4am' soundtrack.
A cold, drug-induced haze that feels both intimate and completely unreachable.
The writing leans a touch further into addiction than the rest of the catalogue.
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