dereezybaby

Stockholm, sometime after midnight. dereezybaby makes trap soul for the hours nobody talks about — the drive home, the phone face down, the city still lit after everyone's gone. Heavy 808s, minor keys, harmonies like breath on a window, and a low voice that never rises. On the outside he's calm, cold, in control. The face he shows was built to hold. What's behind it, you'll hear in the songs. It's all written down in FÖRFATTAD. det är ädi.