ONE, TWO, THREE TOO MANY DRINKS I THINK I MIGHT FORGET HOW TO COUNT TO TEN I TEND TO TURN TWO SHOTS INTO A FIFTH I DRIVE BETTER WHEN I'M DRUNK I ROCK LEATHER LIKE A PUNK HENNESSY MAKE ME DEAD KENNEDY'S I'LL GET TOO DRUNK TO FUCK THEY SAY "XAE, ARE YOU OKAY?" DUDE NO WAY I DON'T EVEN KNOW NO MORE I DON'T EVEN POUR NO MORE BUT I BE LEANING LIKE THE CHOLO TONY HAWK I'M GOING OVERBOARD NEED TO TAKE A SLO MO YOUR GIRL TREAT ME LIKE A POLAROID SHAKING FOR A PHOTO
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the beginning instrumental of the guitar filling the surround speakers in the studio caused a smile to form on his face as he turned to face his longtime friend, an identical grin plastered on his as well. “you said you wanted ty on this shit, and give it that vibe, so don’t say ian ever pull through for you, mafucka,” papi beatz joked as it continued to loop.
looking over the lyrics he had written in his notebook for months at this point, xavier tried to wrap his mind around the flow of the song. “late night calls, feelin’ slightly faded,” he started in a more somber tone than usual. shaking his head, his eyes scanned down the page, opting to start in a different spot, his efforts to try and find the proper flow failing him. “man, what the fuck..i can’t rap on this shit.” glancing up to see a room of dead eyes on him, it took a moment before everyone in there busted out laughing.
“hell nah, dawg! you for real ‘bout to have to break out that lil’ singer in you again. that shit you did wit’ wolves, nigga.” rolling his eyes at the mere thought of him singing on a track again was not what he wanted to do, “you and yo’ damn brother funny as shit. he a singer who wanna rap, and now, you a rapper who wanna sing? y’all dumbasses!,” joey stated before passing him the blunt that was in current rotation.
with a deep pull, he let the weed filter into his mouth, holding it while going over his flow in his head once again. exhaling through his nose, he continued the rotation at hand before clearing his throat a bit. “aye, run that shit from the top again.” within a few moments, the track started again as he did his best to get his vocals together, knowing that they would need extra care in the end. “late night calls...feelin’ slightly faded. free, alcohol, at the club. that shit’s overrated. call up liquor locker, brrt, brrt, bring me apple vodka..shawty, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know that i could do you proper,” he finished, only to be met by a few cheers.
not even noticing that he was graced with the presence of the artist he was working with, xavier bowed his head gracefully as he went over to dap the man up. “nigga, you out here tryna be like me or some shit now?,” ty dolla $ign joked before going to take a seat, his small crew following in his lead. “aye, we out here tryna get a hit, that’s what i do know. and that’s all you got, man. so yeah, you can watch your back now.” taking a few minutes to review the feel of the song that they wanted to accomplish, he found himself in the booth with the headphones on and a cup of jim beam in his hand.
taking a long sip of the dark liquor, he exhaled once finished before giving the signal to start the music. “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...thought you was coming over? wake up,” he started. getting into the movement of the song, his eyes ran down the sheet of his notebook as he mildly belted out the lyrics, inspired by an all too familiar story that he’d encountered over the past few years. the transition from meeting a girl at the club to taking her home was one he’d make on occasion and he found that some women would end up being all talk at the club, only wanting to get an in to his life. “drinkin’ bombay ‘til we all fucked up, i was drinkin’ bombay ‘til i had to throw up...”
once they had both finished their vocals, papi beatz worked effortlessly to apply the mild autotune effect before playing the track back. for the entire duration, the small studio was silent before the final end chord. with eyes looking around, no one wanted to be the first to speak, but, that wasn’t outside of xavier’s comfort zone. “this shit finna be it, niggas!”
I think the first time I saw it, my dad had put it on the background while painting and the second time, I was a teenager or some shit. Who knows. And wow, me slander kettle corn out here? I don’t discriminate anything of the sorts, so consider this friendship in tact, sir!
ion even remember. it was on tv...and i halfway wanna say not bet, but maybe. the folks was watching and i just watched wit’ ‘em. and this is the energy we like! i knew that you was down from jump, i surely know how to pick ‘em...even though i feel like you not down to ride for a homicide...
Hey, it’s not like you were tryna be that into the movie anyway! And I didn’t think it had any dislikable qualities like that. Everybody different though, but it was a personal fave for me over here. But ooooh, kettle corn? Fuckin’ chocolate drizzle popcorn? We need to investigate this shit further before I lose my mind.”
like...i’m not saying it’s bad, but ian watched it since my youth and haven’t had a desire to go back and rewatch it. but, ion know. and yeah, kettle corn high key my shit, i was scared you was finna slander, which would end this friendship. a tragedy we have avoided.
I-. You know what, fine, you can have two items of your choice for the troubles. And wow, you don’t like this movie? I mean, I’ve only seen it like twice but I had a great time both times. Personally, I need a blend of salty and sweet though.
two? i mean...i’m tired, so i’ll let it rock. honestly, i’m tryna remember it deeper, but, i know it’s not my favorite. salty and sweet? if they got some kettle corn...or popcorn wit’ the chocolate drizzle? that’s some good shit. let’s investigate.
I already know that if I get only a few snacks through this shit, it ain’t gon’ cut it. So I need a second pair of arms to carry all my food — serious inquiries only!
if i’m helping to carry, i get to help eat it too, ms. nola. but, that may be a stretch, the way i just may fall asleep during this flick. it was never the sanaa film for me. what are we getting though?
you got a freestyle? folks don’t be onnat shit for real no more. well, i say get in the studio after the jet lag. ‘cause that shit gon’ be a bitch on your body.
[taking a slow look at you, i roll my eyes before brushing off your shove.] i fuckin’ saved him, fuckin’ goofy! it’s a damn adrenaline shot. [shaking my head, i grab you by your shoulders before rocking you some.] CALM THE FUCK DOWN, DUMBASS. I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I’M DOIN’. gonna fuckin’ wait for the damn ambulance, meanwhile, that nigga woulda shit himself in that amount of time. call me a fuckin’ crackhead all you want, at least i know what the fuck to do instead of WAIT. now fuckin’ breathe.
[goes on the stage with the adrenaline shot and stabs @zcires in his chest before slamming my fist down on his chest.] nigga get UP. YOU NOT GOIN’ OUT LIKE THIS.
“That is definitely the energy we’re on tonight, X. I’m having this baby for the culture, I’m giving the people what they want— what I want! Look at that man, then look at me, and tell me we don’t look cute together. Oh, wait. You can’t, ‘cause we do! You’re getting in the mosh-pit with me? It’s lit!”
“so...what you want is what the culture wants? i’m just tryna make it make sense, on behalf of me, as a representative for the culture,” he further teased. twisting his mouth to the side, he waited a moment before shaking his head, knowing that now wasn’t the time. “i’ma let you rock wit’ that thought, since it’s a fun weekend and all. and hell yeah. i’m always down for a chance to wild the fuck out.”
