Verbatim

Upon first glance at the cover art, the listener gets a faint glimmer of the quirky references Vos has to offer on this EP. Upon opening up with the "unwrapping" of this fresh pack, Vos kicks it off with the velvet smooth vocal aesthetic accompanied by catchy laidback cadence on Darling. I love all the anime references on this track! Definitely hit me in my nerd feels without taking away from that badass demeanor. This is then followed by what I described to Vos himself as an "eerie lounge" vibe on Don't Ask (Let It Burn). Definitely a dope track to chill and smoke to, so the line "let it burn, let it burn" is more than appropriate. But where he got me was on his track Persevere. Talk about a rebel yell. "Tell me how to persevere, when I don't give a fuck about a person here." Embodying that feeling of displacement we artists are no stranger to, Persevere emanates that relatable passion over this inner conflict of creating for the very...

I must be a pitcher of ice cold water because on these hot summer days People be looking at me Thirsty As fuck But just because your brain is sensing Just exactly how refreshing I can be Please, don't start waving your empty cup at me You see, it takes a lot for me to feel fulfilled And I've already had one too many spills Of this precious Wet Mess Of mine Far too many times Has a weary, dehydrated mind come to me cryin' Miming gestures To suggest his weather Has made him conjecture That I might be the kind of drink that could make him feel better But I can't, I'm sorry, However tempting I've just barely gotten over feeling "half-empty" For so long and now I am finally accepting This mess of mine For the enlightening tingle I can send in wrinkles thru your spine With nothing but the touch of a well-placed rhyme.. Drink me in With my waterfall of emotion If and when I decide to share my condensation Until from your own sk...

It's such a relief to be Almost thirty And finally coming to grips with reality.. The other day someone asked me If I ever wished I could go back and be That same girl maybe twenty two, twenty three Itty bitty, baby faced cheese All swaggy and steez Wild and free The life of every party With an endless wardrobe and a pretty bangin' body Ha Sure, a body starved of self-validation maybe No, actually, a body literally starving Just to try and fit into an old pair of jeans I wasn't wild, I was reckless, lost I got my freedom at expensive costs The center of attention and yet always alone A man's arms were an easy place to call home With lampshade love you're only ever catching projections Of a need to overcome any feelings of rejection Not to mention The self-obsession With always needing their attention Complacency allows for sorry memory retention So the same mistakes become exceptions And history repeats itself in explanations Physical sens...