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Written by: Izreal and Terrell King
Produced by: Izreal and SZR
Guitar by: Lino Gonzalez
Violin Composition by: Rusel Gatash
Additional Violins by: Adi Santosa
Mixed by: Samazin, SZR, and Izreal
Mastered by: Camilo Silva F
Artwork by: Aldo Coronoss

In a swirl of raw emotion and haunting sonics, “New Boo (B-Side)” by Izreal is a bittersweet ode to love lost, regret unspoken, and the inescapable ache of nostalgia. Layered with an emotional violin breakdown that cuts through a dirty chopped-and-screwed beat, the track captures a tension between beauty and chaos, reflecting the turmoil within its narrative. A delicate R&B-country guitar weaves through the arrangement, grounding the song in a sense of longing, making it feel both intimate and grand.

The lyrics are an introspective journey into the wreckage of a relationship that still lingers like a ghost. The narrator grapples with the impossibility of moving forward while being anchored to memories. Lines like “You’re still the muse in the museum of my memories” encapsulate the tenderness of the love they once knew, juxtaposed with the pain of imagining their former partner with someone else, sharing the same sacred places and rituals.

The song flows between moments of raw vulnerability and quiet resilience. The refrain, “She don’t touch like you, she don’t love like you,” hits like a quiet confession, exposing the narrator’s inability to replace what was lost. The regret of unspoken words and missed chances crescendos in the emotional breakdown, where the violins cry out like the narrator’s heart, before the beat crumbles under its own weight.

With its seamless fusion of genres and deeply relatable storytelling, “New Boo (B-Side)” feels like a cinematic exploration of heartbreak. It’s a song that doesn’t just ask to be heard—it demands to be felt. Equal parts tender and devastating, it’s a vivid reminder that some loves leave imprints too deep to erase, no matter how much time has passed.

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