Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right
Armanddebrignac, gangsta wife
Louie sheets, he sweat it out like wash rags he wear it out
Bwoy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic til my voice hoarse
Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my serfbort, serfbort, serfborT
Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right
Armanddebrignac, gangsta wife
Louie sheets, he sweat it out like wash rags he wear it out
Bwoy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic til my voice hoarse
Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my serfbort, serfbort, serfborT
This is genuinely one of the greatest songs of all time.
"I don't like blogging, I think it ruins the mystery of an artist. I don't really want people to care too much about what I think other than art, fashion and music"
*opens littlemonsters.com, becomes a hall moderating granny, keeps making embarassing tweets*
"I don't like blogging, I think it ruins the mystery of an artist. I don't really want people to care too much about what I think other than art, fashion and music"
She really really should have kept her word on that.