This man was casually walking the street, letting out his darkest thoughts. Somehow, this sounds more tight accapella than on the mixtape. Take out the demonic instrumental and the pitched up Delusional Thomas vocals, and these just sound like some hard lines a talented artist came out with. You could tell this was a different, more mature Mac, and he was coming for the business. I always thought The Star Room was such an underrated intro track. This was an artist on the way up. RIP Mac Miller
She’s still so iconic. I remember when I found her in my freshman year of college and she’d just become really popular. 2012. Dating myself but I was mesmerized by her sound and her ethereal beauty
I don't know what to say. I thought you were gone. I understand the life we once lived. I loved you and thought you were gone, but yet you were always in plain sight. I cried, but it's okay though. I'm happy you're safe. I'm happy you're okay, and hopefully I helped when I could. I miss you so deeply. I really do. Everything we had was so pure. It was love. It was America. It was beauty. I understand why. I just wish I hadn't gone away when I got out. I thought our moments together were lost in time. I would go back to the way we kissed. I swear it was true bliss. Our love saved me in times I was so alone. I would go deep in my mind to be with you again. It truly was a life well-lived. I'm sorry I didn't stay clean. I'm sorry I wasn't healthy. I still love you. I'm almost six years clean now. I really am so surprised it took me this long. I'm not dead And I understand having to leave I'm sorry I was so lost I won't forget our moments together. Idk how else to get ahold of you. I never put it together that you were lana del rey it took me years because you changed so much but then I seen early interviews and there you were my baby. it blew me away I swear just like that first kiss. I hear our story and it's beautiful and the wild part is I'm getting into music I have been for a couple months and one day we can write again together.
