“Some rappers who are great in their younger years end up rapping like little kids their whole life. They found out what sound sells, and they stick with it, never growing up. This can get awkward, and may be why few rappers get better with age. What I like so much about this track is how much Dom Kennedy raps like a grown man and sounds best as a grown man. This isn’t a little kid dreaming about making money; this is a man who already made some money, blew it, had a threesome, went to Vegas, dropped $240 on jeans, and now he’s at the bar, drinking, looking at his stack of 20s and knowing things will only keep getting better at this rate. There’s no need to list off a bunch of designer name brands, because every rapper in the last decade has already taken care of that for us. That’s an unnecessary detail. All you really need to know is that it’s just some designer shit, stupid, and it’s not yours.”
This is basically the soundtrack of Me: On a Treadmill. And also when it’s three AM and I can’t fall asleep so I’d go for a run. And also when I’m late for class and I need to run across a giant fucking field because parking spaces at uni are rarer than men I am interested in who are not 1) already taken 2) gay 3) celebrities 4) fictional.