I went from broke and homeless sleeping on couches. I couldn’t even figure out what I was doing in Los Angeles. Now, I’m paying my own bills. I’m about to move my mama in with me at 19. I’m on tour now, and this is all off of one mixtape.
I was seeing the effects of what music can do — how it can be healing and bring people joy, but on the flip side, there was this ugliness. I saw the greed and the He-Mans that were willing to f*ck over children.
I write most of my songs to beats. I play around on guitar, but not enough to where I can compose my own stuff or play solos. Can accompany myself cause most songs are, like, four chords.
If my eyebrows are cool, if my eyeliner is popping, if I’m moisturized, then I can pretty much wear whatever I want. I think if your hair and your face are together, I think it’s pretty much polished!.
I think most people don’t know that I really write everything myself. No help. There’s nobody in the studio except for me and the engineer. A lot of people don’t think I’m a singer. They think I’m a rapper.
I was writing with my homegirl who’s one of my favorite people to work with. We were just sitting in a studio and I said, I want to be able to talk about sex, but very specific kinds of sex.
