I keep muttering under my breath “This old thang. What she order? Fish filet. That shit cray. Ain’t it, Jay?
No weird stares. Yet.
Fully aware that I’m saying the lyrics out of order but roll with me people. You know that you’re doing it too. Secretly, we all want to be Kanye despite the douchiness that comes with it. Actually, I am still on the side of him being so fucking good that he can actually get away with the persona. Until he makes a product that’s absolutely terrible, I’ll denounce my love. In the mean time keep on spitting his lyrics like they apply to my life.
