YAMMY

In this rhythm - a night chat that doesn't want to end. Likes, correspondence, half-truths from stories, and that very voice that sounds even through someone else's embrace are mixed together. There is no drama here, just a sticky habit and the sweet taste of the forbidden, like a “where are you?” message at two in the morning.

The music rolls softly, like a messenger with an endless “typing...” message, and the words are simple, almost childish: I like it, that's all. But underneath it all, there's electricity buzzing - the desire to meet in a strange neighborhood, to slip away from someone else's grasp, to repeat what has already been. This track is about that very spark that warms both the phone and the heart.