When I was 5 my dad tricked me into believing he taught MJ the moonwalk, even demonstrating it in disneyland while we were eating in a restaurant.
Now I try to believe it because of the memory
Slapped a perfect score on this one, cause shi* I'm with the homies
Rare aesthetic: Listening to John Coltrane while working on my theatre assignment, I feel intellectual.
If what the bitches brewed is somewhat like this album, then i'd like a sip