How you gonna top yourself when there is nobody else?
How you gonna top yourself when there is nobody else?
And you tell me you love her honey, but you’re gonna kill again.
I wanna smoke (and smoke and smoke).
Business hours are over, baby.
We lay down the law, so what you need me for?
Goin’ down to the Ruby Room, I’m gonna meet my doom.
Be my, be my, be my little rock and roll queen.
It’s an experience, sweet, delirious, supernatural, super serious.
Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day.
I ain’t freaking, I ain’t faking this – shut up and let me go.
Shots shots shots shots shots shots everybody.
Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough before the cheddar get away, best to get Maaco.
Could this be true? It all comes down to you.
You can find her screaming along with the ghosts, reminds you she’s the one that you need the most.
He rides across the nation, the thoroughbred of sin. He got the application that you just sent in.
It grooves and clicks and jumps like a fanciful anxious thought, beautiful and foreboding.
Mike Skinner lets the sun in.
It’s complicated… but with this Kanye album, something broke through for me.
The best solo album by the great Q-Tip of A Tribe Called Quest (and many collaborations) fame.
Let’s get nuts. Let’s spend some money.
Wu-Tang Clan and RZA vibes await.
Crunching, groovy electro beats that could chew through the back of the club (or your mind, yeah?).