Produced by Rance Riley (rance_didit)
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Visuals and edit by Glass Void (glass_void)
https://www.instagram.com/glass_void/...
Art direction by Darci
Model (wifey) - @LizziBlake
Video is a mixture of live action scenes in blender as well as analog glitch effects - human made, no generative ai.
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You hit my phone and say you can’t be at home
Just need go like you got nowhere to go
And most times we always try to face it alone
It’s so wild
Never wanted what we needed the the most
My love sick mind don’t trust shit
Trauma bond cuff it
Faded in the function
Well (yeah)
Maybe that’s something
Hit the ground running, cut the lights jump in, for real
Catch my breath, a hundred missed texts
With words they never meant, but what could I expect
I’m focused on your eyes, the patterns on your dress
Falling off your shoulders, before we make a mess
2AM I told you that I loved you for the first time
Way you said it back you brought the baggage from your first life
Makes it real, grab the wheel
Hit the curve like
Burnt bridge, burt ties, lessons I learned mine
Money getting longer like the Lil Uzi Vert line
Down to let the dirt fly
Know you probably seen some fragile egos, couldn’t hurt mine
Killed that shit a long time ago on the first climb, better from the worst times
And my love sick mind don’t trust shit
Trauma bond cuff it
Faded in the function
Well (yeah)
Maybe that’s something
Hit the ground running, cut the lights jump in, for real
First off, everytime you talk with your demons I’m your first call
Double edge blade, might better or be worse for it
And you know, either way, we put in the work for it
Lil twin, if it came to it I would merc for it
Drive to the forest, dig a grave, get the dirt pouring
Talk with your eyes, no lies, no words for it
Black whip, black bird
Doom turned to mood like it’s backwards, say it like a password
Catch my breath, a hundred missed texts
With words they never meant, but what could I expect
I’m focused on your eyes, the patterns on your dress
Falling off your shoulders, before we make a mess
2AM I told you that I loved you for the first time
Way you said it back you brought the baggage from your first life
Makes it real, grab the wheel
Hit the curve like
Burnt bridge, burt ties, lessons I learned mine
And my love sick mind don’t trust shit
Trauma bond cuff it
Faded in the function
Well (yeah)
Maybe that’s something
Hit the ground running, cut the lights jump in, for real
You hit my phone and say you can’t be at home
Just need go like you got nowhere to go
And most times we always try to face it alone
It’s so wild
Never wanted what we needed the the most