Continuing on the wave of the album, Maxey evolves a swell of emotion drastically dynamic to anything we’ve heard thus far.
A world of emotion and anxiety has formed, and addiction, of one form another, has now become another sentiment on the album. We’ve seen it on “Friends,” which contains and ex...
You say I'm a killer
Taker not a giver
I'm a druggie, you're my dealer
And I'm feigning for your love
Feigning for you
Feigning for your love
We snuck to the back room
Mouth turned to a vacuum
You live up to your tattoos
And I can't be made at that
I can't be made at that
(Repeats)