Young Player

Youth here sounds like an endless party: white sneakers, a simple T-shirt, and the confidence that this is enough to make the world go round. Everything is a game of speed: cigarette smoke reaching the ceiling, cash in the mattress, plans for a house with a gate and mom in a rocking chair by the pool. A little daring, a little naive, but without the slightest doubt in one's own brilliance. A track like this is like an endless summer: noisy, sticky with sweet smoke, and full of the feeling that tomorrow will be even brighter.