{"id":101477,"created_at":"2019-10-04 22:50:25","updated_at":"2021-05-06 19:05:19","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2019-10-04 22:50:25","original_id":null,"artist_id":47941,"title":"Black Jazz","slug":"black-jazz","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"[Verse 1]\r\nPotheads math its a different algorithm, fixing for a revelation sort of an apocalypse, i just need a record player and some jazzy distorted sounds for my hiatus, diving in the silent pits of my anxiety, i did a couple sedatives i'm far from sobriety, fragile frame temple collapsing on dusty planes, hit the pillow with my eyes wide shut, i'm really jaded. \r\n\r\nIt's like russian roulette kill or be killed, kill bill, make you swallow your cinamon like prescribed pills, minor chills, bonaified modernised genocide, so we gather materials like tribal millenials I scribble in pencil, sketchy drawing a weapon, articulate menace it's like i'm dying to live it, this is rebel intelligence, sweet ancestral jam channel astral projection i am out.","download_count":99,"play_count":0,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2021-05-06","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/5d9\/7aa\/ab8\/thumb_297620_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":null,"status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}