Just How You Are

Everything here sounds like a nighttime chronicle of the golden youth - glittering cards, club smoke, cars until morning, and mild amnesia in the morning. The words are like screenshots of conversations, mixing complaints, confessions, and memes. There is no attempt to justify oneself in these lines, only a statement of fact: some people know how to play, destroy, and put things back together, while others find themselves back where they were the night before.

The beats are soft, with a predatory glitch, as if this glittering world of gloss and flights to Dubai is parodying itself. The song smells of expensive perfume left on a T-shirt and melancholy hidden behind a hoarse “sha-ha-oh.” Beautiful, bold, unfiltered - an honest sketch of how luxury and emptiness dance the same dance.