See-through windows, it’s so breezy/Turquoise pills, right now, life seems easy/I can get you anything, we hit the Gucci store/Bats flying ’round, lost weekend, you my rose
from Push / Lost Weekend lyrics by Yung Lean
A two part debacle that etches his name among the jankiest rappers to ever pick up the mic. He’s trying to get his mack on and sounding like a doofus who’s bought into his own hype. The beat is a wash; another pathetic, grey soundscape that is about as inspiring as a blank wall. The deadpan attitude has run its course and he’s reeling, trying to figure out who he’s going to copy next.
