Smoking stanky, bangles jangling, fuck you thinking? On that dark when I be drinking
We gonna violate this bitch
Need my Franklins, get it shaking, not too patient Talk is cheap's an understatement and it's quiet in this bitch
Perhaps not surprising given my user name, but I've been listening to The First Two Pages of Frankenstein, the latest album from The National, which was released just this past Friday. It's got some real sad dad vibes. Even the love song (a duet with Taylor Swift) is sad.