This is probably the funniest, saddest, ridiculous, knee slappingly hillarious display of being a musician I have ever seen. So by the numbers. I can get better rapping and lyricism out of a broken speak and spell. I mean, seriously? Not a single chest hair between the 3 male leads in this video, but yet they are here to represent the male image. And again with the rap. What is it? What are you even talking about? I will keep my integrity by keeping my values as a musician, and not totally selling out and appealing to the brain dead aspects of the yolo culture. I liken Justin Bieber, and everyone in this video to a one of those big ass baby puzzles. Sure, a little kid might think it is the best thing in the damn world. But in a few years, not only will they forget what the puzzle looks like, but they will also forget where it even is. This is embarassing. I think I would rather be remembered as a semi successful musician, than to be remembered as a formulaic jackass, with no musical identity besides what the coporate types allowed you to have. Sheesh. I wish I had grand theft auto V. There is a lot of frustration to burn
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 04:25:31 +0000
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