Gettin paid for lounging half-nakedly, mostly showin some hips n ass but showin a little front too, for The Loved One...
and for Free People.
OHGOD I would KILL this shot if I weren't afraid of looking like I was offering my body up for sale due to the vulgarity of my hips. I do this pose EVERY DAY, alone in apt. 15, simply for my own enjoyment. I'm doing it right now, matter fact.
Funkadelic - “Can You Get to That.” Y'know, 'cause I'm just loungin without my pants on and who better to provide the sounds than George and the crew. The song's about a breakup but that bassline says otherwise. PS, Can you get to that was like a more formal version of You dig, right? Or maybe more like the '70s version of You feel me.
Ski Beatz - “Taxi” (instro). 'Cause the words are kind of sad but that beat is not and it is suitable for loungin, dar-linnnn.
Just Blaze - “Exhibit C” (instro). BECAUSE IT WILL NEVER GET OLD, and because Laboe played “Cross My Heart” the other night when I was driving and I almost crashed by the Chevron station on Temple.
Seu Jorge - “Rebel Rebel.” Because sometimes I fuck around and tell people I'm Brazilian, and they believe me, because I have both a trustworthy face and an ethnically ambiguous face. And because I couldn't find Caetano Veloso's “Não Identificado.”
Isaac Hayes - “Hung Up on My Baby.” BECAUUUUUSE! I don't need no “because”! Just listen to it. Plus it's Isaac, and he has a no-pants rule. I would also like to inform you that I make big money, I drive big cars/Everybody know me.