It’s always good in the mornings—especially when you’re in that mood. Wya, for real—you want it, I got that… holla at me, love.
Which, okay, I’m not gonna pretend I’m super organized, but that’s kind of the point. New Orleans mornings hit different, and yeah, I’m in it.
Wait — the “44” is on me like a label I don’t even think about anymore, and Iet go still sounds weirdly satisfying to say.
