I came into this record wanting to like it. Lil Pump’s been the face of bad pop trap and disposable SoundCloud rappers for nearly a decade while not even being the worst of either. Lil Pump is one of the easiest of the easiest of targets, and I’d argue there’s far more deserving. I genuinely wanted to meet him where he was at and give credit where it was due and not needlessly dogpile on a guy who has already been dogpiled out of relevancy.
But come on, can’t he throw me a bone?
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weird. got the weirdest sense of déjà vu. also got “thrift shop” stuck in my head now. huh. wonder what that’s about.