So I like to "rap"-- sue me. One of my favorite things to do is to put up the music all the way up and sing a Kanye West or Drake chorus amidst bumper-to-bumper traffic (101, you're wassup & bring out the best in me). Instead of worrying about fellow drivers gawking at me, I simply pretend I'm a rapper in my Accord
--swerve! I can't take all the credit for my impromptu lyrical sesh last night (it took me 35 minutes, so, yes, I do somewhat have a life). Ever since Rachel Bilson released a
music video in which she raps, I thought wow, she gets is. She really gets it. (side note: the other week I made doublemint gum wrappers as grills, just like Rachel). Sometimes, ALL us girly-girls want is...to ditch our sweet persona, and spit some mad lyrical game. Ya dig? I know it's obnoxious + poorly written, but, if it made you smile/giggle then I did my job. Without further ado, here's
Tap:
Tap- tap - tap - tap – tap – tap – tap – tap - tap
Don’t tap your last season shoes at me, son.
Tap- tap - tap - tap – tap – tap – tap – tap - tap
Put your finger on the map, & let’s fly at dawn.
Ya’ll can hang out at that hookah lounge.
Ya’ll can find me at the polo lounge;
And no I don’t drive a Lamborghini (swerve)
But I look better in
Missoni (word)
It’s fashion week? I said, no, it’s fashion year.
My feline chillin harder than Karrrrl’s, dear.
Your style mad easy as ABC
My arm be swaggin that CdC
I never see no winter; say hi to Anna Wintour
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
I'm Charmed, fo sho'.
I ain’t no model, but damn right, I’m a blogga’.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
That’s the sound of me typin' about the boss, Kate Moss.
PS: I promise to never write rap lyrics again. Like, ever. #Don'tUnfollowMe
me, with my Adam Levine-autographed cast. swerve.
