So I should be happy, but this shit is stressin’/Staring at heaven like ‘fuck is perfection?”/I’m popping downers to deal with depression/’Cause when you the plug here come the finessing, finessing
from These Days lyrics by Ab-Soul
Goin’ back, way back, back into time. So far back that the hook causes a double take like you were listening to some long lost Funkadelic cut. The moody strumming and busy hi-hats create a slick Vinyl Room-type vibe to which we find out just how stressful it is to be an heir to the TDE throne.
