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how come i cant jus have this n be happy

how come i cant jus have this n be happy

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MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH CHUR BUM

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Personally I fuck with Cherry Bomb. Pretty sick body of work and honestly I wasn’t mad when I first heard it. Matter of fact, I found myself waiting for T to get off of his dark shit. Kinda pissed that I wasn’t able to cop the documentary package that recently dropped, and sold out.. I was working that day so didn’t get a chance to camp out, even though I totally would have. Not all the way sad about it cuz I did recently finally get my copy of Boys Don’t Cry in the mail (ORDERED THAT SHIT ON Black Friday LIKE WTF FRANK???). 

Okay so here is a little sorry about how Chur Bum gave me unbelievable human strength. So basically one night I was on my way to the YMCA from my friends house late at night. The way it was set up is that I was on the main road that has express busses and shit that runs like once every 5 minutes which is pretty damn reliable like even late as fuck at night. But anyways, not sure about other places but in Toronto bus drivers are ass holes and will leave you even if they see you flagging them down and running in their general direction.. fuck them. But basically the express bus that I was on just reached my stop. And I saw the bus that I needed that would take me to the station that I needed to go to. I also noticed that the light was bout to turn green/ that nigga was about to take off/ the only thought that was in my head was OHHH FUCK. The bus that I needed to catch was at least 30 meters away or some shit (not 100% about those measurements, just know that the bus was kinda far as fuck from where I was at the time). So I’m thinking to myself “look as soon as this nigga opens the doors I’m bout to be on my Usain Bolt shit”. So right when the driver finally opened the doors the song “Cherry Bomb” started to play in my earphones. 

OK STOP THE STORY. The title track off Chur Bum always seemed to get mad disrespect cuz I guess people figured it could’ve been mixed better or whatever and you can’t really hear the lyrics. I feel like T knew EXACTLY what he was doing to be most honest. I know Needle Drop even said that it was nothing but a Death Grips rip off??? Fuck that, totally deserved more than 3 stars.. like what the fuck.. what ever. To me, its more of the vibe that it gives off. Like for me at least, I have to be doing some sort of activity when listening to certain tunes. CAN’T JUST BE SITTING AROUND!!!! GO SKATE OR LIKE SKY DIVING IDK WHAT YOU LIKE TO DO!!!!! 

K back to the story. The doors just opened and I was about to be on my digital dash. IT WAS SOME SHIT STRAIGHT OUT OF A MOVIE TOO!!! Cuz as soon as the bus doors opened, nigga I shit you not, the beat dropped. And the volume was maxed the fuck out. I ran for my life and ended up catching the bus long story short. I always think about that day whenever I listen to that album. I think I will remember that day for the rest of my life!!!

The moral of the story is, it’s not about how meaningful the lyrics are, at least not all the time (PEOPLE LIKE TO HAVE FUN LIKE ARE YOU REALLY GONNA GET TU TO ILLMATIC IN THE CLUB?? I THINK NOT, NIGGA PLAY THAT UZI OR SOMETHING). Its about that feeling that you get when you hear it. Totally a conversation that can go on for ever and be debated and shit but this is just MY OPINION AT THE END OF THE DAY.

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