care of imaginary mimosas (Turkish Drill Edit)
moody soft drill with subtle swing in the drums, deep but gentle 808 bass, and atmospheric Turkish instrumentation, Layers of ney-style Turkish flute carry the main melody, supported by bağlama-like plucked strings and airy pads, Male vocal, intimate and close-mic, floats over a hypnotic halftime groove with filtered percussion and spacious reverbs for a dreamy, late-night vibe
V6-MINI
[Verse 1] when reality touches its leaves they fold that's what true love is i think just keep it in a sunny place and take care of it care of my mimosa my secret mimosa [Chorus] when you touch the leaves they fold that's what my love is i think i keep it in a sunny place and take care of it [Verse 2] at night it folds its leaves without a touch maybe love can hide itself when it feels too much care of my mimosa my secret mimosa
