Виновата сама..

A somewhat messy confession in the style of ‘it's my fault - but not really.’ There's alcohol-induced haze, resentment mixed with bravado, and that ‘I've moved on’ attitude that sounds more like an attempt to convince himself.

The music rushes down like a funnel: clouds of smoke, raised voices, anger at exes and fans, and between the lines - fatigue from his own downfall. A fine line between defiance and the admission that the storm has been raging for a long time and there is no end in sight.

Producer: feelikedyin

Visualisation: October

Mixing: imosplay

Recording: HOTBOX UNIVERSE®