(Photo credits: Maggie St. Thomas)
You’re laying in bed, it’s probably been a long ass day. You decide to put in your headphones; music seems to calm your mind. 6houl pulls you in with a slow and mellow beat, you hear unsheathing. Proceeded by an 808 drop, you sink into “Tell me why you got a sad face, I can read your mind you don’t even have to say.” The blend of the nostalgic tones in the beat with lyrics that remind you of that one person… That one time. “Take a hit and numb the pain, I’m not gonna lie to you and say that it’s okay.” It probably hauls sadness, memories flood into the frontal lobe of your brain’s cerebral cortex. Lil Tracy has a knack for escorting sentiment into his music- makes you stop for a fraction of a second to consider how he felt in the process of writing the lyrics. It’s songs like these that connect a listener to an artist in the most cavernous ways- you’re left digging into your past for pieces to fit into the tone of this song. Your senses are heightened, your surroundings as you’re listening become translucent. “I hope I die with my chains on, if you feel alone baby just play this song” leads into a listener possibly reaching for their wallet in a sense that money can fill a hole they can’t themself. In a repetitive pattern for many underground artists to this day, lyrics insinuating designer brands and throwing cash at things that shimmer bring a perception of feeling complete. The goal is accomplished, and everything you’ve ever been wanting is laying in front of you in a pile of gold rings and crumpled up bills. Smoke engulfs the room, it’s almost as if the walls can speak. “Ever since I got paid, yeah, they started to hate- and I can’t blame them” leaves you pondering what’s behind those doors. It leaves you reaching to put on his shoes on your way to open those doors. These lyrics scramble your head like eggs. Being hated for pursuing a bag, then sympathizing with your haters for doing so leaves the listener in spurts of confusion. “You’re no good for me, I’m so bad for you” as the beat dissolves into the conclusion of the track. At this point, you’ve contemplated your entire life in the span of a minute and 58 seconds.