Viltures era confirmed classic, Hero confirmed not washed, Random shoutouts confirm still brain damage, JIK 2 confirmed
YOU SEE IT BROTHER
i see it as a guy doing a friend a favour for his kid's bar mitzvah type of vibe
I'm pretty shocked that he still knows the lyrics of so many songs tbh he's just lazy
Wish Kanye would go away forever
white people casually wishing for the death of a black man on a friday
your attempt to mock me is futile. Only one of us can recite a sonnet from Shakespeare by memory, we are not the same
Spit 'Sonnet 30' rn
i see it as a guy doing a friend a favour for his kid's bar mitzvah type of vibe
I deadass would have flown to seoul if i knew kanye was playing 74 songs
Seoul? Goddam it should‘ve been North Korea
Spit 'Sonnet 30' rn
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BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.
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Wait why did he shoutout Ian Connor?
It's because Ian Connor is a rapist
Yep. I earn more than everybody ITT and I'm cool with that. Sure, I'll never reach Ye West wealth, but I don't need to.
Let me hold a band big bro
Wait why did he shoutout Ian Connor?
he shouted out multiple rapist
but we numb to it at this point
did yall peep he didnt call himself ye but yeezy
he been back on that yeezy s*** for a minute
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BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.
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Our gay English teacher used to drill this into us everyday