Love On An Island (feat. NoCap)

It smells of gasoline, gold, and longing. My head is foggy, my heart feels like it's under bulletproof glass - beating, but without spark. Everything around me glitters - the ice on my chest, my private island, fast cars - but inside, it's like the echo of a gunshot stuck in my temples. Not the place, not the time, not the people - just a dream where even luxury doesn't warm me.

Every line is an attempt to prove that you are alive, even though you shouldn't be here. Between prayer and blood alcohol, between resentment and status - an eternal battle with yourself. The world asks you to smile for the camera, but all you can do is grit your teeth. Being rich and tired is a strange form of loneliness.