You know how I know you have a problem? This song, presented below, is nothing more than a hook and a rap at the bridge, and yet you just can't get enough. It's simple, it's harmless, and damn near forgettable [yet inescapable], and you know what? You love it.
How do you know you love it?
(1) Cut to a few weeks back. Post work. Playing in the background with the sound down low is BET's 106 & Park. This video comes on and you stop your music, turn up the tv, and say aloud, "ooh this my shit" for both everyone and no one to hear without the slightest trace of irony in your voice.
(2)Saturday night. 11 something PM. Howard Hughes Parkway. Some dude is feeling like a million bucks today. He's got on his expensive "metro" jeans, fitted gray thermal, and his shiny SUV sitting on dubs [or something of that ilk]is parked in front of On the Border, with the passenger side door wide open, and soundsystem bumping like it's 3 in the afternoon and we parkin' lot pimpin.' But we're not...and it's 11 something PM...and we're in front of an On the Border. But all is forgiven, cause he just started your jam, and you can't help but dance up the escalator for all the world to see, sing along, and mutter to your friends "ooh this my shit..."
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