Awkward…
I play in your hair
As you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now it’s awkward in here because our lips locked
I play in your hair
As you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now it’s awkward in here because our lips locked
I love when fans act like they know artists by calling them by their first name or the name they know their friend’s call them by…
Fan 1: Aubrey is not only an artist but I feel he’s a real gentlemen and understands the female heart. Drake is just his persona.
Fan 2: Well when I met Lonny I was amazed by his energy. I felt it in Channel Orange but you will never understand the positive vibes this man exudes until you meet him.
Fan 3: I believe Tremaine is singing to me and only me. Everything he writes connects with me in ways you can not imagine.
Fan 4: Shawn is on a whole other level. Always has been since The Blueprint and always will be.
Fan 5: Dwayne is the best rapper alive. That Carter III? Nobody was able to top that besides Marshall with his Slim Shady EP. Those two right there, unstoppable.
Fan 6: At first I wasn’t fucking with Ben and Ryan. I mean, that thrift shop shit was kinda corny. But once I heard the other tracks I was like, “Yo, Benny is kinda tight.” Been his number fan ever since.
Fan 7: Stefani is all about equality. She supports the gay community (like me) and she’s gaga! Who wouldn’t love someone like that?
Fan 8: All I wanna do is fuck Abel on the weekend.
Fan9: Chris all day man. East coast til I die. I fucked with the west coast. I mean Tupac was cool and shit. But the east coast is where it started and it’s where it’s gonna end. RIP Mr. Wallace.
This is my favorite one…
Fan 10: All Nasir needs is one mic, one track, and one studio to murder it…that’s it!
Love when people say, “Nasir.”
I’d swirl.
No no no.
Update: Thank you iwanttobyourknight. Asher Roth is his name. I was close. Lol.
Update: Ashton Rock.
That moment when you’re loving a song, singing it all over the house, posting your favorite parts of it where ever you can, all the while thinking it’s about love, being in love, and the magical moments between two people. Then…you find out the song is actually about someone being in love with crack and since you’ve been the songs biggest promoter, you, therefore, appear to be a crack fiend. Yeah. That just happened.