Very hit and miss at times, but when it hits, it HITS.
And Cheetah Print is fucking so hilariously bad that it becomes good. I will die on the hill that it's the best track on this entire album.
My mother once asked if I had done the dishes, so I yelled back "Prettifun!"
She got pretty upset, knowing they weren't washed.
Brockhampton could've gone out with a bang but they decided on a whimper instead.
Man, why couldn't he do his original plan of the double album?
This reminds me of that one Sticky mashup that's an hour long because it has like 80 artists
My friend showed me this and... There's a warmth and feeling around this album I just can't explain.