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Free Write 4/14/14: Spotify Starred List

I haven’t done this is in a while.  I’ve been feeling some kind of way {No Rich HOmie Quan} for the last couple of days, and my emotions have been all over the place.  It wasn’t until I listened to The Globe Sessions by Sheryl Crow that I realized I had a myriad of things on my mind.  I’m going to let Spotify guide me today . . . and lets see what happens.

Arianna Grande – Almost is Never Enough

She is not a Mariah Clone . . . I think she actually has the option of being better.  Lots of it will depend on her song choices.  But her voice is amazing.  bout the Song: Almost is NEVER Enough.  I’ve held on to almost multiple times, and it never ended up the way i felt it should have.  This song evokes the pain that can come from letting go/giving up.  It’s the conversation you have when you are walking away.

Try to deny it as much as you want, but in time our feelings will show . . .

When you are trying to make it work, and begging the other person to try with you, and it just seems like they won’t. You are on the outside looking in at something falling apart.  A very deep song sung by someone who probably hasn’t experienced this yet. Shouts to Nathan Sykes from The Wanted.

Bad Meets Evil – I’m on Everything ft. Mike Epps

Eminem and Royce da 5’9 are everything.  Them rapping together is also everything.  They play off each other so well lyrically.  I remember when I heard they had fallen out, I was actually sad for Detroit Hip-Hop. When I heard about this album, via Twitter of course, I was SO EXCITED. The clip from the Mike Epps special is hilarious, and the beat is just . .. you guessed it everything.  It’s actually my favorite song on this album.  The fact that it’s about the kinds of Drugs they were both doing during their careers . . .and they are now both sober makes it even better.  They aren’t glorifying drug use at all . . . but it’s a catchy ass song.  It wasn’t until I listened to the lyrics . . . Durgs are bad guys.  BAD.  This album is a my favorite “I have lots of shit to get done and I need to be motivated” album. Also, Royce and I had a conversation on Twitter one night.  Clearly he loves me.

John Legend – Made to Love

The drums on this song ALONE . . . . I love this album because it tells a story.  As with Get Lifted, when it’s over I feel like I watched a movie about a relationship.  I saw all the ups and downs, and at the end they lived happily ever after.  One reason John Legend has remained a favorite of mine, his messages/songs/lyrics are real.  He doesn’t paint pretty pictures.  He talks about what it’s really like to be in a relationship.  The cheating, the love, the fights, the wanting to make it work, the end of it all.  Especially in this song, you can just picture him talking to this woman, like “This is it Girl. We are here for each other.  Let’s bask in this shit, and make it work.” Definitely a favorite on Love In the Future.

Diddy-Dirty Money – Your Love

#Fact Diddy-Dirty Money was an awesome Group . . . yet another one that Sean Combs ruined.  This album goes so damn hard! When he ended Danity Kane, I was worried that I was never going to hear Dawn’s voice again.  When he introduced this group, I was a tad bit concerned.  Even after I watched the Making of the Album on MTV . . . still had reservations.  But this song right here .  . .

Just vulgar and catchy at the same time.  Trey Songz was whinin’ his lil heart out . . .and making it sound good.  Kaleena (is that her name?) and Dawn really compliment each other, to the point that I can’t really tell their voices apart. I didn’t know whose P***y was walking on who’s tongue.  even the video was sexy.  Damn You Diddy. You Ruin EVERYTHING!

Sam Smith – Nirvana

So the blog I wrote before this one is all about my love for Mr. Smith. But there is always more that can be said about him!

I’m done with running so I give in to you
This moment has caused a reaction
Resulting in our reattachment
Oh you take me to nirvana
I don’t think this will last
But you’re here in my arms

This song is all about that moment you wake up in the morning and regret.  Maybe you smoked too much, maybe you drank too much.  But you fell right back into the bad haidt you were trying to avoid.  But once you fell, you decided to just let that feeling last for whatever time you have with each other.  “I know it’s wrong . . . but it feels so damn good.” This song is the truth.

Young Money, Drake – Trophies

Love the “Horns” at the beginning of this song.  It’s a great way to start the song.  We all know I love me some Drake.  Even moreso after the SNL appearance.  I love that he doesn’t really take himself seriously.  Technically this is supposed to be a Young Money song . .. but it’s Drake. This is just a remember to those who think he’s walked away from Young Money, and isn’t down for them (I think.) Honestly, I just like the beat.

What’s the move? Can I tell truth?
If I was doing this for you
Then I have nothing left to prove, nah
This for me, though
I’m just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don’t have no award for that

Idle Warship – Beautifully Bad

Found this song on a Spotify Radio Station, I think the Talib Kweli station.  This entire album is the truth.  I love collaboration albums, especially when it’s something I came across on accident.  The entire album evokes an emotion for me.  Res and Talib are the perfect blend of soul and hip-hop.  This song is one of those, if only I had heard this while I was IN the relationship.  I might have known how to express myself to him/her.

And I closed my heart for you, Couldn’t love if I wanted to
When you gave up on us . . . I became bitter
And never wanted to believe, That you’re killing all my energy
You’re beautifully bad to me

Yup. All of that.  ALL OF IT!

Justin Beiber – Heartbreaker

Yes.  I still listen to Justin Bieber.  I think he’s become an asshole, but his music is still great.  I understand why this album was a mixtape.  His core demographic probably heard this album and was like, “Who Bitch What?!?!” It’s all R & B, and actually soulful.  I mean as soulful as Justin Bieber could be. The entire album is great actually, except for that song with R. Kelly . . . because R. Kelly is singing to the WRONG age group. This is Justin’s sexy album.  And I’m here for you Justin, I am.

Trillville – Some Cut ft Cutty

First of all, the explicit version of this song . . . SO MUCH. This song is attached to The One that Got Away. This was our favorite song to dance to at college parties.  Like, the INSTANT the bed squeaks started, we found each other.  Don’t judge my life, because you don’t know my life!

Anyway, my favorite parts of the song are the funniest. What guy tells a girl, “I’ll follow that ass in the mall…” Really, is that what we do? Also, how did the start of the song get explained in the studio. “Aight dude, listen.  Just record the mattress squeaking.  Not voices, yes for 16 measures. Trust me, it’s going to work. But don’t drop the beat until 8 measures in.  TRUST ME DAWG, It’s gonna work.” Also, they talk A LOT about their balls in this song.  Like at least twice in every single verse.  And in the chorus . . .*le sigh*

The fact that I actually answer my phone with the 1st line in the chorus when my close friends call me tho . . . Also: I listen to this song at LEAST twice a week.  I feel like that MIGHT say something about me as a person. I don’t CARE what it says, but I think it says something.

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See, I thought this was going to be an expulsion of emotions.  Instead it was a fun little trip down memory lane (at least for me).  It feels good to write about music, and not be working on my book, or submitting resumes, or goal planning, or updating business plans.  I clearly needed to heed Dominique’s advice and just start living in the moment.

Anyway . . . thanks for reading and listening. I hope you enjoyed this very random musical journey as much as I enjoyed writing about it.

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Can I….Can I…..Save You From You?

Drake is real good for having one line in a song that just makes me want to cry. The title of this blog is that line.

I am a fixer. I haven’t always been that way. I used to be a follower, just kind of going with the flow. Until i started to spend the majority of my time taking care of people that were falling apart. Its like i started attracting messed up people. For a while, I was fine with that, because it gave me something to do. If i was fixing everyone elses problems then I didn’t have to focus on my own.

Recently, I see myself falling into that pattern again. The two most important people to me are slowly, in my opinion, falling apart. Its really killing me to have to see this happening to them, and not be able to make a difference. If you talk to both of them, nothing is wrong that they can’t fix when they are ready to, and all I want to know when are you going to be ready?

The companion piece to this blog – Fix Your Shit – wont be this vague. But tonight, I continue to think to myself “Tell me why, I always fall for your type?……Cuz I Believe in people like You”

The Aquarian in me wants to be Captian Save a Heaux and just take over. I want to do things the right way – my way. It frustrates me to no end that people can’t see things the same way I do. This internal knowledge that my way is the best, nay, only way is the reason I Hate My Father. So even though I want to fix people because what they are doing is something i think is wrong, I hate myself for judging people that I expect not to judge me.

Its that internal conflict, this fight to do what’s right in MY eyes that has me at odds with my current employer. It what keeps me awake at night trying to come up with solutions to my problems. It’s what has made me cut off friend for extended periods of time. Why wont you just take my advice?  Im trying to make things better not worse.

Yet, it doesn’t work. I don’t say what I want to say, or do what I want to do. Im still unhappy because as much as I want to change my own situation fear stops me. Adult responsibilities like rent and car notes and phone bills and student loans and health insurance stop me from saying what i want to say.

I can’t even save myself from myself, so who the hell am i to be trying to save you? But I really want to save us all….Because its enough for me to see someone else better themselves.

Its enough. If I could just get back to something being enough, and not too little or too much. But enough. “I’ve had ENOUGH to drink,” “I’ve had ENOUGH of sitting on my ass,” “I’ve had ENOUGH of being ashamed of my actions…”

So can I….can I…..save you from you? Or will you…will you…save me from myself?

My Thoughts on the 2010 VMA’s

Okay, once again, I am about to piss all kinds of people off.  I anxiously await the random comments.  As long as no one calls me a nigger, I will even approve them.  Sooooooooo, lets talk about last night’s VMAs, and why they were Such a Train Wreck.  It was so horrible that I couldn’t turn away.

When twitter makes your show better, because people spend their time commenting on it instead of paying attention, you know you have done something wrong.  Do Better MTV, do the Fuck Better. When the 2010 BET Awards are better than the 2010 VMAs, you know the world is coming to an end.  You mean Debra Leeeeeeeeevil put together a better show than the head of MTV.

Fact: Rihanna is a Tasteless, Tacky, Tactless Bitch.

I don’t care if you like her, she’s a bitch.  All that shade she was throwing during Drake’s Performance (which is awesome by the way).  Really Heaux?!?!? You Fancy huh? You dyed your hair with Wylers Flavored Drink, and wore your favorite throwback Rainbow Brite dress, and you got the Nerve, the UNMITIGATED GALL, to throw Shade.  If it wasn’t for Drake, you would have been lost in the wilderness of “Chris Brown beat My Ass for Poppin’ Off at the Mouth” Land. I hate That Heaux.

Fact: TI is a Fuck-Up

I tried to support him.  I had so much hope for him.  The Whites had embraced him and everything, and then he gets caught with drugs in his car! You stupid hood FUCK. They had to change the entire song because you weren’t able to leave ATL. They gone put your ass in jail. For 27 years, because of some Extasy Pills. Fucking Leotard. But, I’m not gone lie, it would be a very smart move if Tiny took that charge for you . . .

Fact: Usher is too Damn Old to be Dancing

Usher, you got 2 kids.  You know you got hip issues.  Nigga, just sing. It’s okay, we still love your voice.  It still takes most women to a happy place.  But seeing you try to become the Club Queen, not the Business.  Not at all.  Every time i hear a song by you lately, I think to myself, “Dammit, where is my Glow Stick? I must have left it at that Rave last weekend!” You are a 30+ black man, start singing about love everlasting and fucking . . . Everyone would respect you more.  Leave the dancing to Justin “Ellen’s Gay Counterpart” Beiber. Train up a child in the way he should go . . .

Fact: MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN FUCK TAYLOR SWIFT

Yeah, I said that shit . . . . so did Kanye last night. Really bitch?!?!  You wrote a WHOLE FUCKING SONG about Kanye West being immature last year, like 3 months after his mother died, and you decided to sing it now.  NOW BITCH?!?!  Ohhh I hate you AND your PR team.  You thought it was going to help everyone remember how Kanye helped you sell 3 more million copies of your last album?

Or how, the majority of people you didn’t listen to country music didn’t know who the fuck you were before he Kanye’d you last year.  You should have wrote a song called, “Thank You Kanye West, you made me relevant.” You thought you would look extra young and innocent if you went barefoot huh, and strummed a guitar? No Bitch, you looked like you were trying too hard.  You and you pale ass monkey feet need to go somewhere.  We are ALLLLL over you!

Fact: Kanye West is a Musical Genius

Kanye West – Runaway (feat. Pusha T) {Click for the MP3 Version of the VMA Performance}

Call me a Pegro if you want to, I’m right.  Any artist who can create what is the ANTHEM for most of the people I know is Musical Royalty in my book.  That song last night was awesome.  the staging of the performance as beautiful.  The red was doing a bit much, but still, that was Awesome.  Those of you who are so “Enlightened” that you can’t like Kanye anymore are posers. Acknowledge his talent, even if you don’t like his personality or his actions.  But either way:

And I always find something wrong,
You been putting up with my shit for way too long
I’m so gifted at finding what I don’t like the most
so I think it’s time for us to have a toast

Lets have a Toast for the Douchebags
Let’s have a Toast for the Assholes
Let’s have a Toast for the Scumbags
Everyone of them that I know

Lets have a toast for the Jerk Offs
That’ll never take work off
Baby I got a plan, Runaway fast as you can

Cuz what he said to Taylor Swift was . . . . . Bitch Boo Bye!

*Shoutout to RockaBye Review for the Lyrics and the MP3*

Words and Sounds of My Life Vol IX: Laaaaaaaaaavhe You or Eat A D*ck N*gga

Yes, that is exactly how I feel right about now.  I kept stopping myself from writing this blog. Because I didn’t want to hurt peoples feelings.  I actually used to care about other people’s feelings.  But Post-Nashville (yes, that is an actual time element now) I really don’t give a Hell.  Not One Hell.  Actually, I give less than two good got damns about your feelings.  Because, CLEARLY, you don’t care about mine.  And, that’s fine.  But, as my last and final Fuck You . . . . I Just wanted to share these words with you . . .

Gossip Folks – Missy Elliot

When I walk up in the piece, I ain’t gotta even speak
I’m a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain’t gotta like me
How you studying these hoes, Need to talk what you know
Stop talking bout who I’m sticking and licking jus mad it ain’t yours

I KNOW you talk about me.  I KNOW you spend whole internet conversations talking about how “Thirsty” I am, or “Fat” or “Dumb” or “Lonely.”  I KNOW you’re mad I KNOW that you do . . . . and yet I couldn’t even tell the Lord what you do(prolly cuz I don’t give a Fuck).

Yes, I tweet my life story, because it’s my Twitter Account.  You Mad because I get emotional at night?!? You Mad because people respond back to me?!?! Be Mad, cuz Imma keep doing it. Unfollow me, UnFriend Me, UnSkype Me . . . I won’t know.  Cuz you got deleted, blocked a LONG ASS TIME AGO.  Thanks for talking about me though, glad to know You Care 🙂

Over – Drake

I know way too many people here right now
That I DIDN’T know last year
WHO THE FUCK ARE YA’LL . . . . . .
What am I doing, What am I doing?
Oh Yeah thats Right,
I’m Doing Me, I’m Doing Me
I’m living life right now man
and this what I’m do til its over, til it’s over,

But it’s far from over . . . . . . .

I actually started caring what COMPLETE FUCKING STRANGERS thought about me.  I hold quite firm in my assertion that Social Networking is a ClusterFuck in the hands of the wrong people.  Be it Twitter,FaceBook, Skype, BBM, AIM,  or Blackplanet, people will abuse it to make themselves feel/good/better.  If we are on the same level, why the FUCK why, am I censoring my thoughts because you might get offended.  FUCK YOU.  Unless you are directly affecting my paycheck, you can EAT A DICK NIGGA.  A Whole Bag of Baby Ones actually.

Renegade – Eminem Ft. Jay-Z

RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say
what’s on my mind at, any given time of day

Cause I’m a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk
about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING),

RENEGADE!

That part of me is coming back.   I was trying so hard to be friends with everyone.  Meanwhile, back at the ranch, not a damn person was trying to be friends with me.  I have bitten my tongue for the LAST time.  I will go back to the old me.  Saying whatever I want, whenever I want.  The measure of a good friend is someone who doesn’t force you to stifle yourself, because it makes them uncomfortable.

So Please Note:

  • I KNOW you’re mad because I’m happy.
  • You Should Know, outsiders think you’re a groupie.
  • You Aren’t THAT DAMN CUTE.
  • Yes, You are an asshole, and you’re ugly as sin.
  • Yes, you sound like a man.
  • Yes, you will continue to be lonely if you don’t get off the pedestal you put yourself on.
  • Yes, I lost all respect for you as a man.
  • Yes, You Could have Gotten it if people hadn’t been there.
  • Yes, I no longer consider you a Soror.
  • Sorry, I never really liked you anyway.
  • Otis Toussaint, you are still a Bitch.  You will always be a Bitch.
  • Hi Hater!


No Apologies – Eminem
No Apologies, nah suckers I’m not sorry
You can all sue me, y’all could be the cause of me
No Apologies, y’all feelin’ the force of me
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
No Apologies, not even acknowledging you at all
’till I get a call that god’s coming
No Apologies, laugh fuckers it’s all funny
I can spit in ya face while your standin’ across from me,
No Apologies
But Just In Case you thought I got to the end, and felt bad about what I just said , I’ll leave you with this.

FUCK YOU


Have a GREAT Discussion about this one.  Hope it give’s you NIGHTS of fodder.
Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaavhe You

Late Night Ramblings of 2010 #6: I Just Wanna Be Successful

Today seems to be an important day in my life . . . It means something, even if I don’t know what yet.  But as I reflect on this date, I am thinking about the things I have done that have gotten me to the place I am right now.  Sitting in my apartment, in the State of Arizona, I can honestly say, 17-year-old me would NOT approve of my life choices.

17 year old me entered college with no set goals.  My Major was Computer Science, because I spent a lot of time on the PC.  I didn’t have a goal path, I just figured it would be pretty fun to play with computers all day.  17 year old me was looking to re-invent herself.  Find a boyfriend who liked to give her hugs, and eventually have 4 kids named Taylor, Kennedy, David and Xavier.  She was going to have a very rich husband, preferably Jewish, and have a butler named Phillips. {If his name wasn’t actually Phillips, we were going to call him that anyway.}

I used to look at the houses in my neighborhood, and think about where my garden would be, and where my children would play.  Everything was planned around the fact that I wouldn’t have to worry about money, or my health, or the economy, or anything that an Adult would worry about.  So yes, they were the thoughts of a child, but they were what I wanted for me.

If I had lived out my dreams at 17-year-old, I don’t think  I would have been proud of myself.  I want to be successful.  I want to have a business card, and a company car, and my name being nationally recognized.  But because of my drive to have that, I have given up a lot.  I have lost friendships, and relationships because they just couldn’t follow my path.

Seemingly, I am focused on some ultimate goal.  The question I am starting to ask myself is what exactly do I plan to do after I reach that goal.  After I no longer have to worry about money, and I can buy my mother the Ferrari I promised her at the age of six.  After the numerous appearances on Oprah, and the national book tours, what then?

The sacrifices that we make, on the road to that Ultimate Goal are many.  The casualties are great.  The wounds take a lot of time to heal.  Is the Fame/Success really all it’s cracked up to be?  Why do I want this success? What’s My Motivation?

I want people to envy me.  I want my family to look at me and say wow, she’s awesome.  I want strangers to want to be my best friend.  I want to impact the lives of millions.  These are all facts about my Motivation.  Is that my only Motivation, no.  Is that the base that my Drive was built on, yes.

I want to Change the World, One Child at a Time . . . then I want everyone to praise me for doing it. And at the end of the day,

I Just Wanna Be Successful . . . .