Feid’s “Priority” drops us into that hazy moment right after an all-night party, when the sun starts peeking in and reality feels like a practical joke. His face is numb, the hangover is looming, yet his thoughts are laser-focused on one person. Both lovers might be miles apart—each in their own “pin,” spinning a thousand miles per hour—but they’re stuck on the same wavelength. No matter how chaotic the night or how heavy the after-effects, she’s his only priority.
The Matrix-style imagery—“trinity,” “Neo,” “gravity”—captures the surreal pull between them. When he takes her by the hair and feels himself floating above the floor, it’s not just the alcohol talking; it’s the magnetic force of a connection so intense that the rules of gravity—and maybe even reality—get suspended. In short, “Priority” is Feid’s neon-lit love letter to that one person who makes every dizzy, euphoric second worth it, even when the morning light is laughing in their faces.