SoftNoise & Smoky
SoftNoise SoftNoise
Hey Smoky, ever notice how the city lights at midnight seep into our palettes and melodies? I paint with neon glows, you sing with smoky jazz.
Smoky Smoky
Yeah, the neon hums like a slow beat, and my voice drips with that midnight mist. When you splash colors, I’ll add a little soul to them.