I
honestly never remember any song me and Brown have done a few months after the fact.
They come on my ipod, and I’m like “When the fuck did I write these words? How
the fuck did I write these words?” That’s actually true of most of what I “create”
– I don’t really do shit except let it happen without dwelling on that shit.
Half the time, three months later, it’s as much a surprise to me as anybody
else.
To be honest, I'm thankful music has remained a lifelong hobby for me and Brown. I couldn't imagine taking all the joy out of it, thinking about shit like marketing and trying to trick algorithms into floating it to the top of people's robot streams.
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