Charlotte Corday is dope.
You gotta look it up.
They will cut your head off and they smack it to make sure you're dead.
And if it doesn’t react...
Well as the story goes her head was clean cut off, but she was such a badass,
they picked her head up and they smacked it and she was like, had this look of indignation.
Which is like...that’s the dopest shit I ever heard in my life!
Even after death, you’re taking no shit.
I met this dude Super Duper, this guy Josh Hawkins, who did the production for the song.
The song, basically as you hear it was already done.
Like, the chords and the structure and all that stuff.
But then we just worked on production stuff together.
So it felt really natural.
Literally the mix that's out, that's the first mix. That's just, "Boop."
We got it and we were just like, “Tight! Yeah. I like that. Let's put that out! Great!”
The sky, it's air.
It's not tangible.
You can't... I can't grab it. You know what I'm saying?
But you're asking me to chain you down to this thing that doesn't exist.
I'm asking myself to do things that are impossible of me.
To be this person that maybe I'm not.
You paint this beautiful, colorful, vibrant, amazing picture of who you are in person,
but that's unlike the way you color me at home.
We don't... I'm black and white.
I'm nothing to you when I'm at the house.
At least that's how it feels.
I’m clearly not feeling it from you, but I wanna make this work.
I want this to feel natural again.
‘Cause it did.
So I’m like…
Tryna give and tryna give and give and it just isn’t coming back.
Every little action or whatever that you’ve put in from the point that it was going bad
to the point that you realized it is bad, it’s just like,
"Damn I wasted that.
Damn I feel like a clown bro.
I feel stupid."
You wanna be with me or like you wanna care about me when you feel like it.
But that’s not how like, people and relationships work.
The bigger point is like, I can liken that to myself.
You look in the mirror and you’re fighting with that person as much.
These choices have to be made, but you’re not meeting me in the middle bruh.
I don’t call my girl bruh.
Let’s make that clear.
But, you never seem like you want to choose, so it always falls on my shoulders.
I'm the one that has to choose.
Then if I express some discomfort over that, you can just walk away.
You can just get mad.
And I’m saying like, "Well..."
I’ve had people ask me like, “Yo, did you like hurt this person?”
And I’m like, “No dog. It’s not like that.”
It’s the final scene in the relationship. Not in your life.
You know?