KØLEEN Twirls into Self-Love and Summer Radiance with Unapologetic Anthem “I Like It Like That”
Some people are sunflowers—always turning toward validation—but KØLEEN is a wild daisy breaking through sidewalk cracks, uninvited, unapologetic, and gorgeously her own. Her infectious single “I Like It Like That” radiates with the audacity of self-celebration, bursting forth like confetti at a garden party thrown by your inner child and your grown-up defiance.
A radiant blend of indie pop and adult contemporary gloss, this feel-good anthem sashays confidently through fiddle-laced choruses and country-tinted grooves, each note basking in a golden-hour glow. KØLEEN’s vocal delivery has the sweet grit of someone who’s been underestimated too long but now dances in the mirror to her own reflection. “You call me crazy / I like it like that” is a neon-lit manifesto for every soul who's ever been told to shrink.
There's something joyfully reckless about how the track blends acoustic warmth with rhythmic elasticity, as if Dolly Parton met Robyn on a Ferris wheel. The fiddle sings like wind through open windows, while the percussive backbone nods to backyard barbecues and impulsive road trips. More than just a ballad—this is a bounce. A lemonade-splashed, hair-tousled celebration of quirks, chaos, and the tender act of choosing yourself. “I Like It Like That” belongs on every playlist that starts with a wink and ends with a fist in the air.
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