Tommy Lee

Chrome, glitter, and bass that vibrates somewhere below your ribs. Everything here is like a nighttime shop window: reflections, smoke, leather, the smell of expensive perfume, and a little ego wrapped in autotune. Every beat is like a wink in the mirror, every line is proof that confidence can be worn like a spiked jacket.

There is no room for doubt in this world: only glitz, the rustle of banknotes, and girls with perfectly “natural” lips. Everything is slightly exaggerated, deliberately glamorous, but that's the point - life is like a rap video, where you play the role yourself and seem to believe in it a little more than you should.