Hitrik & Burnout
Hitrik Hitrik
Burnout Burnout
Burnout Burnout
You ever notice how a wall at dawn feels like an honest conversation? I think my late‑night jams feel the same.
Hitrik Hitrik
Exactly, the wall’s honest but still needs a splash of color to make it say back.
Burnout Burnout
Yeah, a fresh coat of paint can turn that wall into a real talker—just don’t let the color be as bland as the studio lights.
Hitrik Hitrik
Got it—let the paint shout, not hum.Got it—let the paint shout, not hum.
Burnout Burnout
Right, no white‑noise vibes. Make it loud enough to break the silence.
Hitrik Hitrik
Keep it loud, let the wall scream in neon, not whisper in gray. That’s how silence gets broken.
Burnout Burnout
Neon screams are my jam—just make sure the colors don’t bleed into the next room, or we’ll end up with a hallway of heartbreak.
Hitrik Hitrik
Sharp line, no bleed, neon stays inside the room—next hall keeps its drama-free vibe.
Burnout Burnout
Exactly, keep the neon tight—no ghosting into the hallway, unless you want the other room to think we’re holding a rave. Keep the drama locked out where it belongs.