Azealia Banks trying to jump into the conversation is making me cry laughing, as if any of her videos were ever in talks to be nominated or even played on TV. She is so delusional the poor poor cow.
Please don't take offence, but I really want Nicki Minaj to be the only casualty in a deadly train crash.
I want her lifeless body to be found, impaled on a railroad spike, with an arm, a leg, and butt implant missing in the wreckage.
Couldja look me in the eeeeeeeeye
And tell me that you're happy now?
Oooh oooh oooh oooh!
Would you tell it to my face
Or have I been erased?
Are you happy now?
"...but on a Wednesday, in a cafe, I watched it begin again."
She really paints a picture here for the listener. She doesn't spell it all out, she avoids cliches, and she paints a picture for you. Her choice of the vague word "it" (instead of "love" or w/e) is very wise. Sole writing credit.
It's very hard to pinpoint an identity for this woman.
