SZA is mental. I feel like I knew this before – but today I’m really listening to her lyrics, and they are mental. The first line alone is kind of like, every young males dream:
I apologize for waiting to tell you for so long that I am not human … I am made of bacon.
Who am I kidding, I’d love a mate made entirely of bacon. I miss bacon. I don’t think Germany really does bacon.. And if they do, I obviously don’t find it in the supermarket.
My obsession with SZA has just got so next level in the last 4 or 5 days, much like my obsession with Lunice, and TLC. To be honest, there could be some worse obsessions. For a while Chris Isaak was my jam. That got weird.
It feels like a Monday but perk up, it’s a 4 day week. X