
Murky, skeletal trap beats paired with a detached, monotone delivery. A hazy document of late-night isolation and the heavy weight of self-reflection.
It sounds like the inside of a lonely brain at 3 AM in a cold city.
A heavy, drug-induced haze of regret and isolation that feels both intimate and distant.
The writing leans a touch further into addiction than the rest of the catalogue.
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