Here’s the real truth. I spent Christmas and New Year’s, the whole month of December and late November in a rehab facility. I say it on the first track of “Lost Americana,” where I said, “All the pages are blank until my life goes to sh*t. I know I do that on purpose just to write again.” Great bar. It truly sums up the totality of what I do almost before every album cycle. Yeah, you have to tear it all down. I mean, we watched it with this one, you know, you could see it in the news. I’m like, I gotta ruin everything. I’ve put so much weight on my art that I essentially am like, Oh, I’ll bleed out and die for this. There’s no beguiling on this album. This, this album is not a character. There was a characterization that I was playing into that really loved being a polarizing figure. I think, though, when I’m at home at night, if you look at my astrological chart, it’s one of the most, like, sensitive charts that exist. Among other gnarly diagnoses that I have, like, hypersensitivity is one of the things. So I have a hardened shell. I grew up a battle rapper, like I am prepped for war pretty much at all times. The truth is, it felt much more satiating to the broken boy that I have just now finally picked up, sat next to me and I’ve been like, I’m adopting you to be the simpatico versus being the polarizing figure.
