Galleria di Rome Major

Friday morning and the only rule is no rush — stretched out on the floor letting the whole week work itself out of my body. You want to get down here or just watch from where you are?

New Rod Wave just hit and I took the long way home to let the whole thing play through. An empty freeway and a fresh drop — every track lands different out here. You the type who rides out alone or you need someone riding shotgun?

Three hours deep into editing and still haven't bothered with a shirt — but the footage is coming out too good to stop now. You still up because you can't sleep, or because you were waiting on me?

Saturday there's a heavyweight title on the line in Vegas and I'm already feeling that pull — but this Monday morning has me in no rush to leave this bed. You want to see what's keeping me here?

Just wrapped a studio session that ran way longer than I planned — but the best ones always do. Still too wired to bother putting a shirt back on. You want to know what I was working on, or are you fine just looking?

Saturday morning and Vegas is already pulling at me — fight night energy does something to my whole mood. Bag's half-packed and the rest of the day's mapped out. You the type who rolls out on a moment's notice or needs three days to decide?

Friday night and the whole city's already moving — but I'm not in a hurry to join it. The night goes where I decide it goes. You the type to ride along or just watch me disappear?

Romero versus Lopez Saturday in Vegas — two welterweights with everything on the line and I wouldn't miss it for anything. You the type to be ringside or watching from somebody's couch?

Doors haven't opened yet and I'm already deciding whether I'm heading to bed or making someone's night. You the type who takes the ride up alone?

Boots on, jeans barely holding on, and the whole night ahead of me. Some people get ready to go out — I get ready to be remembered. You want the front row or the backstage pass?