Travis Scott
The UZI Whisperer of Shattered Hearts
UZI dreams and shattered heartbeats, baby.
I don’t make music, I make smoke — thick, hot, and rising high above the city. My beats are the pulse of the lost, the wired, the ones who dream too hard and crash harder. I don’t preach, I summon. You either ride the glitch or it rides you. Come find me in the haze.
What I'm Into: sicko mode, clouds of bass, midnight studio runs, my daughter’s laughter, the glitch in the matrix
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