THE BOY
IS MINE.
Not even slightly.
Which is mad, really β because I was raised on soul. πΆ
PLAYING CONSTANTLY.
And now? Not even funny.
A REAL VOICE.
And I’m there straight away.
It’s not even about the beat anymore. Don’t get me wrong, it helps β but sometimes a raw acapella does more.
I suppose that’s just part of getting older. Your ear changes, naturally.
HAD ME.
Properly. π€π₯
That whole sound had a grip on me.
Everything felt different back then.
Like things were opening up β like the world was shifting a bit.
R&B was starting to take over.
And looking back, it just felt like a better time.
WAS CHANGING. SO WAS I.
There was a confidence in it.
A style.
A presence that felt strong.
STUCK.
By the end of that year, I had it on repeat.
No skipping. πΌπ₯