Impossible

3y

Weeknd verse on k pop is special

NEW VISION

3y

recording sum music on the studio !

RICKY 2320

3y

drake
james blake
westside gunn
migos
don
sza
future
thug

who else on the project

underachiever

3y

sucks that the giza pyramids album launch didn’t work out s*** coulda been insane

woulda been kino i bet that stage design was crazy

doot doot

3y

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. A thick cloud of smoke billowed out from his silhouette. No one else was in the room. Travis inched into the dark setting and approached the man. “Hello,” said Travis, his voice shy and monotone. “Umm.. hello, I’m supposed to be meeting Kan…” The man spun around and Travis’s voice box froze up. A pair of thin, scrunched eyes meet his. Travis’s heart dropped like it weighed thousands of pounds and sprung back up to the heights of the ozone all at the same time. Mike Dean’s raspy, but delicate voice roused Travis out of his trance. “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….)

Name

3y

Cinnamon Toast Crunch pop tart

Antidote

3y

W

Scatt

3y

guys i’m afraid to inform y’all but just timberlake may the greatest singer of all time

right beside d’angelo

americana

3y

no one explicitly confirmed other than james and gunn

SWAN

3y

ed

Infinito

3y

drake, bunny and weeknd

americana

3y

we aren’t even sure if kpop is on this

doot doot

3y

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. A thick cloud of smoke billowed out from his silhouette. No one else was in the room. Travis inched into the dark setting and approached the man. “Hello,” said Travis, his voice shy and monotone. “Umm.. hello, I’m supposed to be meeting Kan…” The man spun around and Travis’s voice box froze up. A pair of thin, scrunched eyes meet his. Travis’s heart dropped like it weighed thousands of pounds and sprung back up to the heights of the ozone all at the same time. Mike Dean’s raspy, but delicate voice roused Travis out of his trance. “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….)

doot doot

3y

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. A thick cloud of smoke billowed out from his silhouette. No one else was in the room. Travis inched into the dark setting and approached the man. “Hello,” said Travis, his voice shy and monotone. “Umm.. hello, I’m supposed to be meeting Kan…” The man spun around and Travis’s voice box froze up. A pair of thin, scrunched eyes meet his. Travis’s heart dropped like it weighed thousands of pounds and sprung back up to the heights of the ozone all at the same time. Mike Dean’s raspy, but delicate voice roused Travis out of his trance. “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….)

americana

3y

no no and no

americana

3y

we aren’t even sure if kpop is on this