Shibari V1

Inspired by 90s themed hip-hop story telling with a twist of 80s love ballads, Indie creates Nostalgia. This brief intermission of life is masterfully curated to be not only a musical journey but an intense travel through time. Mixing the aggressiveness of hip-hop, funk driven production & an in your face raspy yet melodic flow, Indie demands attention to detail from listeners. With the goal of making listeners value love, life & the challenges they present, Indie becomes the protagonist of this Nostalgic piece of art. TheIndieLegend.com Song - Shibari V1 Artist - The Indie Legend Album (EP) - Nostalgia Recorded By - SGrossAudio engineears.com/sgrossaudio www.instagram.com/sgrossaudio/?hl=en Produced By - WonderLust https://www.wonderlustbeats.com/ Rope Model (Thumbnail) - Shauntel94 Instagram.com/Kymshauntel https://fetlife.com/Shauntel94 Lyrics: Yo She was the type that I would meet on my lunch breaks And gas like a nigga got no breaks a bad bitch Matter fact she never fucked with her shades off We only ever met when I dazed off a dream killa She get my soul in the palm of her hand A real Medusa Da type to make you come wit the bread and no excuses Da type to make you question yoself like what you doin Aye what you doin I got way too much in this cup And Im fucked And I can’t drink you outta my head Now lm da whip wit da shits And I swerve hit a curb Then somehow crash in yo bed I got way too much going on on right now And I can’t get you outta my head If I could give my soul just to be with you right now Swear to god I be dead I know we could all use little bit of love right but it’s cool if we fuck instead I got way too much goin on right now And I can’t get you outta my head Yo She was the type that I would want it the worse way We shoulda never met in da first place Opposites attract in da worst way We shoulda never fucked in the first place She got my soul in the palm of her hands a real Medusa The type to make you come with the bread and no excuses The type to take you over the edge like what you doin Aye what you doing I put way too much in this blunt Now im stuck And I can’t smoke you outta my head I put way too much in this cup Now I’m drunk And I can’t drink you outta my head I put way too much in this blunt Now im stuck And I can’t smoke you outta my head I’m in da crib with the shits Then I swerve hit a curb And then somehow crash in yo bed I got way too much going on on right now And I can’t get you outta my head If I could give my soul just to be with you right now Swear to god I be dead I know we could all use little bit of love right but it’s cool if we fuck instead I got way too much goin on right now And I can’t get you outta my head