Back in the day, when I was a shorty, I was all about lyrics. Rakim. KRS. Lyrics. Then I grew into a Baby Black Panther and Chuck D and Public Enemy was my soundtrack like I was Radio Raheem. Grew some hair on my nuts, and all I wanted to do was bogle and whine with girls while Shabba Ranks and an assorted sort of reggae artists sung shit that I kinda sorta understood. When I got in touch with my artistic side, I discovered the deity John Coltrane and felt Kind of Blue all the time. Now? Now I realize that life is short and it’s nice to be happy. MØ makes me happy, so I fucks with MØ. You should too.
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