It’s been almost a year since this shit dropped. I thought “Control” was going to wake rappers up. I thought it was going to usher in a whole new era of dudes coming with better verses, better songs, more meaningful content. Instead, eleven months later, we’re still getting the same old watered down bullshit about women, clubs, drinks and money. It is what it is, I guess.
It’s time for Kendrick to drop that second album though. N’s is waiting.
Where is my talent
ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
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I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS EVER SINCE I HEARD THAT FUCKING SLUT-SHAMING SONG
You know i never thought about it like this before…
I swear I look at her music in an entirely new way now…
Lord this should have more notes. I’m sure a lot of sistas feel her pain.
SOMEONE PUT MORE FUCKING NOTES ON THISSSSSSSS
Why doesn’t clothing have butt sizes yet?
Why haven’t they realized that girls who wear small shirts may possibly have huge boobs though?
Why do pants that are size 0 not accommodate HEIGHT as well?
Just why??? We got fucking holograms and shit but this can’t happen!!!
James Brown is directly or indirectly responsible for the creation of about 6 different genres of music but I’ve got to hear about the fucking Beatles everyday.
The Beatles are also indirectly responsible for the creation of James Brown, so…
James Brown: Years active 1954–2006
Beatles: Years active 1960–70
WHAT are you even talking about. This is embarrassing.
When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.