What begins as a vivid description of the dying embers of a party becomes a stunning confessional. “I get so lonely, I forget what I’m worth / We get so lonely, we pretend that this works … I’m sorry I’m not more attractive / I’m sorry I’m not more ladylike,” she sings over a lush composition of strings and airy drums. It’s a dreamy and stunning image of insecurity from Top Dawg Entertainment’s only female artist
