Baim sang for us! through the phone.
Ain't he sweet or what?
Tolerating our dirty minds and all while singing.
Bless that boy and his baggy pants.
:D
It's very weird. Songs like Gangsta's Paradise and Babycakes keep playing in my head.
Ice Ice Baby's rapping didn't make sense back then, it still not making sense now.
"Lyrical poet"? I think not.
"Word to my mother"? hell no.
That song makes me dance though, so I guess I can go on pretending.
Oh, I realized now I have to find a boyfriend who will play guitar and sing whenever I want to.
IKA.
Current mood: BOSAN cam haram
Listening to: Gangsta's Paradise
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