Tyler’s secret to living a private public life seems to lie in how cannily he employs selective self-exposure. On “Wilshire,” a nearly nine-minute, single-verse song with no hooks from “Call Me if You Get Lost” (2021), he raps an open letter to an unnamed love interest who’s already dating his friend. The story he tells is so rich with detail, both incidental and emotive — “dirtyin’ my bakin’ pots, tennis at my mama spot”; expressing regret for letting infatuation get in the way of friendship — that it’s easy to forget he’s withhe
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