yves tumor once again makes the soundtrack to my mental breakdowns

sterilises some of the best songs from the life of pablo, despicable.
what made a songs like father stretch my hands enjoyable was the conflict between a religious family man and a deplorable lecher, removing lines like the bleached asshole line removes what made these songs vibrant in the first place.

also this album is a really long boring listen.

epic win for Lana Del Gamer

shout out young thug

shout out young thug

Black girl magic the album.
Really damn good.

Runaway outro kinda sucks.