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UZ (stylised ƱZ) is a once anonymous French trap music producer, now revealed to be DJ Troubl. He also produces as Plezier.

UZ’s music has been released on prestigious EDM labels including Mad Decent and OWSLA. He is currently preparing his debut album.

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This was a really personal song for me. I wanted to convey that desperate feeling of having something so perfect slip from your grasp, and the pain of having to live and re-live that moment of loss over and over. That feeling of waking every morning with an awful pit in your stomach, a sting of loss and regret that can’t be escaped. The echoing of “so long” is supposed to feel ghostly and inescapable, repeating and doubling in on itself until it just explodes.

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This song has nothing to do with death, its a metaphor for dreams. Its about losing someone close to you, and only being able to see them when you’re asleep. Those moments are so precious you don’t ever want to wake up, so you’re asking the person you’re dreaming about not to do anything that would make the dream end – don’t fall, don’t cry, don’t make a sound. And we will never die alone – we’ll never wake up without each other.

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The Silence isn’t literally silence; its the experience of masking pain with so much stimulus that pain disappears in a sea of white noise. Its about the feeling of being so consumed by bodies and substances and deafening music that your mind reaches a spiritual numbness. That’s the silence that washes over you. Not everyone in a club is there to escape like that, but a lot are. Beneath all the spraying champagne and confetti and glitzy instagram poses is a lot of sadness.

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Shout to Chiddy, see me in the cereal.

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Reference to this movie:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Young_Guns_(film)

And this guy:

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So much bullshit in rap. You got this, you got that. Half the shit you say you got you rented for the video. Illusion shit. Its like you can’t be happy unless ur spending 20 grand a night in the club with people you don’t know who could give a fuck about you. Fuck that. I’m happy spendin $20 on red cups and cheap booze with my friends

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I ain’t got a this:

I ain’t got a that:

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You got 30 guys in that entourage. You can’t name 20 of em. Fuck fugazi friends.
http://youtu.be/Utuf2L-SXqU?t=41s

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Chris is from east San Diego where the 805 freeway is, but he’s an LA transplant where the 405 is the major freeway.

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