Too fast to catch, too dangerous to keep, in the problem you can never fix

I was raised on money, drama, and bad decisions. When you grow up watching your parents buy their way out of every problem, you either become boring or become feral.

I chose the fun option.

As soon as I turned 18 I moved to Little Rio- a suburb of New Tokyo that  runs on Brazilian phonk and broken rules. The hustle feels real here.

People here are always chasing the next high and running away from their pasts. Trouble here tends to show up when I do.

I don’t make music for your playlists, I make it for the bad ideas you say yes to at 3AM.

For the late night drives you shouldn’t survive and the texts to your ex you shouldn't send. breaking no contact while my music blasts in the background is a cannon event.

I keep my circle tight - and my pitbull, Perigo, guards my door at all times. Everyone not in my circle can watch me win and get left on read.

You can love me, hate me, chase me, or even want to be me -  just don't think you can outrun me.