Description
It smells like asphalt after rain, burns in your chest - that means it's on. This track sounds like street code collided with stoic vibes philosophy. It's not about glamour or“success-success,” but about how to stand on your feet even when the ground beneath you is crumbling. Somewhere between“keep the beat” and“don't forget to breathe,” something almost tender shines through: loyalty to your own, promises to yourself, an attempt not to become bitter. At times, the beat is rough, like a slap on the back of the head, and then suddenly, a quiet question:“What if I let go of everything and stopped trying?” But no, you can't. Because“forever” isn't just a word, it's a default setting. Not for strangers' ears. For those who know what it's like to pick yourself up piece by piece and go out into the light again, even if the light is just a streetlamp outside your window.