Dear Boy.

I've been habitually dreaming of the stars in space that push and pull and radiate to fix the underestimated gravity routine, i don't know why they call street art a crime but your work makes my heart hurt in the way that only a weeks worth of chain smoking could do, I know you can see right through me. Well we should make or break the fake walls between friendship and forget me. Do you see the importance of classifying our tracks? I produce mix and craft the beats with the lyrics you find so addicting.

i wrote this on my coffee cup.