FYL2

The pulsating beat seems to pound in your temples - not from dancing, but from anxiety. The words cut through the air with jagged confessions: seemingly about love, but actually about mistrust, about wounds that are hidden beneath the skin and never shown to anyone. It's funny, of course, that all this is happening to music that usually evokes a club vibe, but here the club seems to be inside the heart, with a neon sign saying ‘don't leave’.

He seems tough, with his ‘toys’ and street bravado, but he sounds like a man who is afraid of being alone. In every line, there is this strange mixture of bravado and pleading: don't lie, don't leave, give me a chance. The result is a paradoxical track: it makes your body move, but it touches those very places that are usually hidden behind your back.