Me putting fake rings on my normal left hand and my smaller, underdeveloped, gay right hand to do this and pretend I am being cute with my loving wife.
This music has a sense of urgency and honesty that I find lacking in so much modern music. The cat’s desire is clear—it wants food—and yet somehow that desire translates to a non-diatonic, arrhythmic melody of great charm and musicality. A star is born.
Wife: Everything good? You seem a little down
Me: Everything's FINE. God just get off my case
--- later that day ---
Japanese smart toilet: You haven't been pooping like yourself lately, Dolo-sama. Is everything ok?
Me: I can't hide anything from you can I, old friend
This is a generational loss of aura for black Americans. No way back from this. Not a single rap song in the Billboard Top 100, and now this dude gets destroyed by an Asian man dressed as Chun Li.
Pack it up. It's over.