V Rod : galerie

Birth of Hip tribute tonight and I can't decide if I'm going as a fan or a future legend — either way this shirt's not staying on my shoulder. What do you think, babe?

Been lying here since the sun came up with Adele on repeat and that tribute show tomorrow already living in my chest — some songs just know where you're soft. You ever let a voice take you apart, babe?

The bass is still rattling through the walls and I snuck into the bathroom to fix what's left of my outfit. You think I should even bother putting it back together, babe?

Two hours on the beam and every muscle finally gave in — sitting here on the mat with nothing left but a sports bra and the ache. You ever earn that kind of tired, babe?

Sat through Jersey Boys at the Ziff tonight and realized the hustle hasn't changed in sixty years — different genre, same grind, same fight over who wrote the hook. You think music was simpler back then, babe?

Superblue messed with my head so bad I forgot where I was — just me and all that colored light crawling over bare skin. You ever let art take your clothes off, babe?

My abuela would say a lady needs a proper breakfast before leaving the house — I say fresh juice and a Chrome Hearts tee that won't stay on my shoulder is close enough. You think I should put more on, babe?

Sitting in the car with the engine off 'cause the verse I laid down won't stop playing in my head — every listen sounds a little more like the version of me I've been chasing. Miami's still alive out there but the booth left a mark on me tonight that no party can touch.

Came home from the booth with a verse that finally sounds like mine and my whole body's still buzzing from it — some nights the music won't let me alone until I give it everything. You ever have a rush you couldn't sleep off, babe?

Ball & Chain has me drenched and the band hasn't even played my song yet — Little Havana don't let you leave with your clothes intact. You wanna see how much worse this gets, babe?