I just don't understand the Jeffrey bridge, you guys. You've got this young, sultry, swept-off-her-feet voice singing about falling head-over-heels, and then
(Jefferyyy)Just graduated, fresh on campus, mmFresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn...Bump on her bumper like a traffic jamHey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)Back it on me, shawty cravin' on meGet to diggin' on me (on me)She waited on me (then what?)Shawty cakin' on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)This is history in the makin' on me (on me)Point blank, close range, that beIf it cost a million, that's me (that's me)I was gettin' mula, man they feel meIt sounds like some guy chillin' at home toying with a free autotune app. He listens to this young lady in love yet torn, and then, "Humpty-hump. Yeah, you want me. I'm Jeffery. You're a tasty piece of ass. I have money!" Now, I'm no good at slang, but according to Urban Dictionary, "pay that girl" could either mean a) to ignore, b) to like something (maybe as in pay it a compliment?), or c) to literally give the young woman money for some kind of not-so-wholesome service. Regardless, I'm just not a fan of this guy's little.... rap-thing.
On my drive to work today, I allowed my still-waking-up low energy to filter through a chill mood, instead of the high-blood-pressure "don'tchu play games with ME, Prius muddabucka" "dammit I'm late again" mentality. Head-bopping to a cheerful dose of Kpop, I witnessed the little sedan in the next lane blow its back tire, but attempt to continue along, while other cars crept up its bumper and cut across to another lane with a "Y U SO SLOW!?!" attitude. I put on my blinker, safely merged behind that distressed car, and slowly drove a safe distance behind it, blinking my emergency flashers to let others know to go around. When she finally had some extra road room, she pulled to the side of the road, and I drove on past, glancing back at the older lady with the beat-up three-wheeled sedan.
... A part of me felt proud of myself for what I consider "helping" that lady, but a louder voice in my mind held the opinion that it was silly and unnecessary.
I like to help people. I like to consider myself, well, considerate, and empathetic. I'm not sure where I personally draw the line between being helpful and wasting my time/resources. I like to think of myself as fairly efficient, but that doesn't always coincide with the whole considerate thing.
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... I mean, I get that a rapper like Ludacris comes off as too assertive/aggressive, and that Young Thug style is a lot more smoky and chill, but what about B.o.B or Snoop Dogg or Luis Fonsi or T.I.? I mean, I guess it makes Cabello's clear voice sound even better, but... c'mon.
EDIT: 10/25
Oh of course there's a way better remix:
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