Kiss

This track revolves entirely around a kiss - not as a romantic symbol, but as an obsession, almost a profession. One where the shift is endless and the KPI is the number of "muahs" per minute. Here, love doesn't sound lofty, but physical, moist, with humor and a touch of madness. Like a person who mistook tenderness for excitement, and passion for a survival marathon between the sheets. Each line is like a wild thot from the head of someone who can't calm down: five minutes have passed, and he's already missing her, his teeth remember the taste, the pillow has an imprint. A little funny, a little sad, and very lively. Kisses here aren't a gesture, but a way of breathing.