Hey, I thought it was all over.
What's up, Dolce?
Hey, girl.
You know, it's been a little minute since you and I have had a chat.
Has it really?
Probably since, like, your last EP, All the Places You'll Go.
Oh, wow.
Yeah.
I've been getting some calls.
People are a little bit worried about you.
I'm worried.
And I know that I was kind of that outlet for you, so.
You were.
Why don't you just tell me what's been going on?
Okay.
Remember old dude from 2019?
Nice, clean.
Did me dirtier than laundry.
Took a scroll through his IG just to get a DM from his wifey.
I was so confused.
What should Dolce do?
She didn't know about me and I didn't know about Sue.
I opened up the messages and had to hit the Zoom.
Turns out the girl was really a dude.
Think he slicked back till I slipped back.
Got my lick back.
Turned it to a knick-knack.
I moved on, dropped a couple of songs, and then I went and got signed.
Now it's 2021.
Okay, I just feel like this is the perfect opportunity for us to just
take a break.
Take a second and kind of unpack what's happened to you.
You know, this guy cheated on you and.
Nah.
Okay.
Platinum record this, viral record that.
I'm making so much money, I'm all over the net.
I'm moving so fast, no time to process.
And no, I'm not in a gang, but I'm always on set.
Wrist watch, drip drop, label on the TikToks.
Now I'm making TikTok music, what the.
I need a cleanse, need a detox.
But we ain't got time to stop.
The charts need us.
Fast forward me, 2023.
I'm stacking.
Lots of cheese and making malty.
My grass is really green and honestly, I can't even have no more.
This is a really dark time for me.
I'm going through a lot.
By a lot, you mean drugs.
Um, I wouldn't.
Drugs?
No, it's a.
No?
It's a natural plan.
No, I'm not judging.
I'm not an addict.
I'm just saying.
I don't.
You want to talk about it?
Uh, I mean.
I like pills.
I like drugs.
I like getting money.
I like strippers.
I like to *.
I like day drinking and day parties in Hollywood.
I like doing Hollywood.
It's not in Pollywood.
What can I say?
The works.
Feels good.
And my self-worth's at an all-time low.
And just when it couldn't get worse, my ex crashed my place and destroyed all I owned.
Whoopsie.
Made a oopsie.
$100,000 oops made me loopy.
I ain't a killer, but don't push me.
Don't want to have to turn a deck of guts into soup beans.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Okay, Doshi.
We don't want to revert back into our old ways.
So we're going to try a breathing exercise, okay?
When I breathe, you breathe.
All right?
Let's go.
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh.
Ossa.