that was 8 months ago jesus
where does the time go
Thank you so much Jordan. What a nice guy working so hard to make the best music he could just so he can prolifically release projects and make us, his fans, happy!
https://twitter.com/playboicarti/status/1250811400777281536MY ASS
In 2012, Jacques Webster was flown to Kanye West’s studio to discuss prospects of his talent, future and career. When a nervous Travis first hesitantly walked into Kanye’s studio he was surprised to find a caucasian man lurching over a mixing board.
“Hey bud, Kanye told me you were coming through.” Travis timidly shot his eyes down to the ground and responded “Umm… yeah.. uhh… he said to meet him here.” Mike Dean stood up and let out a potent cough of flem and weed smoke. He smirked at Travis and cautiously inched his weathered, wrinkled hand up to Travis’s face. He moved Travis dreads from behind his eyes and said “He didn’t say you’d be so cute.” Travis blushed and they both let out a nervous laugh in synchronization. Travis instinctively pushed Mike Dean’s hand away. They felt like leather, but his skin also had a soft, welcoming texture. Mike Dean’s half open eyes scanned Travis face as he bit his lip with his front teeth. “I heard your Owl Pharaoh s***, it was honestly incredible.” Travis immediately covered up a massive smile with his hand and uttered “Thank you.” They both felt an warm, foreign energy palpitating in the atmosphere. Mike Dean swung his burly arm behind Travis’s back and guided him into the chair Mike had just risen from. Travis leaned back and admired the mixing board and the recording booth in front of him. Mike Dean began nonchalantly caressing Travis shoulders with a stern grip. He bent down and whispered into Travis’s ear. “You’re gonna do some great stuff in this room.” Travis again couldn’t contain his smile and tried to cover it up, but Mike Dean grabbed his arm, “Come on man, why are you trying to cover up that beautiful smile. You’re happy, embrace it bro. Let’s smoke a fat one.” Travis turned to Mike Dean, the lights from the studio machinery illuminating his face, “You know, you’re really making me feel welcome. I appreciate it, I was so nervous coming in.” Mike Dean didn’t respond but instead raised a burning blunt to Travis’s lips, “Suck,” he said with a grin painted across his face. Travis nervously inhaled and coughed. Mike Dean stroked Travis’s cheek with his index finger and said “Come on bro, I know you can SUCK harder than that.” Travis wrapped his wet lips around the blunt paper and breathed in as hard as he could. “Hold it in,” ordered Mike Dean. “Come on, hold it.” Mike spun Travis’s chair around to face him. He leaned his aged face towards Travis’s and said “Blow it into my mouth.” Travis timidly smirked with his cheeks holding in a cloud of smoke and shook his head no, he wasn’t ready to get so close. Mike Dean wouldn’t have it, “Come on man, we don’t waste smoke from fat ones around here, bro.” Mike Dean perched his lips open and slowly advanced towards Travis. Both their hearts were beating with an electric ferociousness. Their mouths were parallel, centimeters away from tasting each other’s lips. The tension rose as they got closer and closer. Suddenly, Travis clutched the fabric of Mike Dean’s stained MWA shirt and pulled him in with a vicious maneuver. Their lips locked and Mike Dean tumbled onto Travis’s lap. They began smearing each others faces together as the smoke billowed between both their mouths. They tasted each other, they felt each other. Mike Dean reached his hands into Travis’s Supreme sweatpants and he grasped Travis’s long, pulsating p****. He began stroking and Travis imitated the same action onto Mike Dean’s p****. They fell to ground in a fit of passion: utter, raw Rodeo-style passion. Their senses were blinded as they became lost in each other. Suddenly, a creak from the door animated them in shock. They looked up, it was Kanye standing in at the door with a stoic expression of shock displayed on his face. The scene fell silent. Kanye opened his mouth, “Y’all gone have all this fun without me.” (To be continued….)
In 2012, Jacques Webster was flown to Kanye West’s studio to discuss prospects of his talent, future and career. When a nervous Travis first hesitantly walked into Kanye’s studio he was surprised to find a caucasian man lurching over a mixing board.
“Hey bud, Kanye told me you were coming through.” Travis timidly shot his eyes down to the ground and responded “Umm… yeah.. uhh… he said to meet him here.” Mike Dean stood up and let out a potent cough of flem and weed smoke. He smirked at Travis and cautiously inched his weathered, wrinkled hand up to Travis’s face. He moved Travis dreads from behind his eyes and said “He didn’t say you’d be so cute.” Travis blushed and they both let out a nervous laugh in synchronization. Travis instinctively pushed Mike Dean’s hand away. They felt like leather, but his skin also had a soft, welcoming texture. Mike Dean’s half open eyes scanned Travis face as he bit his lip with his front teeth. “I heard your Owl Pharaoh s***, it was honestly incredible.” Travis immediately covered up a massive smile with his hand and uttered “Thank you.” They both felt an warm, foreign energy palpitating in the atmosphere. Mike Dean swung his burly arm behind Travis’s back and guided him into the chair Mike had just risen from. Travis leaned back and admired the mixing board and the recording booth in front of him. Mike Dean began nonchalantly caressing Travis shoulders with a stern grip. He bent down and whispered into Travis’s ear. “You’re gonna do some great stuff in this room.” Travis again couldn’t contain his smile and tried to cover it up, but Mike Dean grabbed his arm, “Come on man, why are you trying to cover up that beautiful smile. You’re happy, embrace it bro. Let’s smoke a fat one.” Travis turned to Mike Dean, the lights from the studio machinery illuminating his face, “You know, you’re really making me feel welcome. I appreciate it, I was so nervous coming in.” Mike Dean didn’t respond but instead raised a burning blunt to Travis’s lips, “Suck,” he said with a grin painted across his face. Travis nervously inhaled and coughed. Mike Dean stroked Travis’s cheek with his index finger and said “Come on bro, I know you can SUCK harder than that.” Travis wrapped his wet lips around the blunt paper and breathed in as hard as he could. “Hold it in,” ordered Mike Dean. “Come on, hold it.” Mike spun Travis’s chair around to face him. He leaned his aged face towards Travis’s and said “Blow it into my mouth.” Travis timidly smirked with his cheeks holding in a cloud of smoke and shook his head no, he wasn’t ready to get so close. Mike Dean wouldn’t have it, “Come on man, we don’t waste smoke from fat ones around here, bro.” Mike Dean perched his lips open and slowly advanced towards Travis. Both their hearts were beating with an electric ferociousness. Their mouths were parallel, centimeters away from tasting each other’s lips. The tension rose as they got closer and closer. Suddenly, Travis clutched the fabric of Mike Dean’s stained MWA shirt and pulled him in with a vicious maneuver. Their lips locked and Mike Dean tumbled onto Travis’s lap. They began smearing each others faces together as the smoke billowed between both their mouths. They tasted each other, they felt each other. Mike Dean reached his hands into Travis’s Supreme sweatpants and he grasped Travis’s long, pulsating p****. He began stroking and Travis imitated the same action onto Mike Dean’s p****. They fell to ground in a fit of passion: utter, raw Rodeo-style passion. Their senses were blinded as they became lost in each other. Suddenly, a creak from the door animated them in shock. They looked up, it was Kanye standing in at the door with a stoic expression of shock displayed on his face. The scene fell silent. Kanye opened his mouth, “Y’all gone have all this fun without me.” (To be continued….)
Large if factual
The f*** is going on in here
anticipation of the long-awaited next solo effort from Atlanta rapper Jordan "Playboi Carti" Carter
Jokes aside I think he might do something tomorow monday... He cant tweet everyday like that until friday.
yes he can
and he will
what a rollout. interscope really gave him a social media post quota to meet everyday. incredible.
Thought this label involvement was obvious from the jump
Jokes aside I think he might do something tomorow monday... He cant tweet everyday like that until friday.
he most definitely will
not even till this coming friday but the one after