Wyoming Artist Abstract Depicts Toxic Relationships Through New Single “Put Me On Ice”
Most of us have been through a toxic relationship, at least once. And sometimes, even though it’s energy-consuming and exhausting, we are often drawn to those type of relationships.
That’s actually the topic Wyoming Rapper Abstract maps out in his latest single « Put Me On Ice ». Indeed, the song is a solid and well-orchestrated Rap production, showcasing a fluid and creative vocal flow. Stream below.
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