I, since the planting of basketball into my brain, have been a Miami Heat fan.
I stand by my mindset that if the Heat don’t make it farther into the playoffs, I will only root for the east team so long as they are not the Knicks, which is a surprise, because I was
a) Named after Patrick Ewing (with some underlying reasons as to why my name is Patrick as well, but you know, I’m not my parents, so I don’t know the whole story, nor will I ever, because it changes every so often when my mom tells me)
The Big Cheese probably hates me after posting a feature on Justin Bieber and now one on Rihanna. Whoops.
I’m not a fan of Rihanna. I don’t really like her music (I’ll give it to her, she has talent, and she’s beautiful, but I don’t like her music). This song never really appealed to me, but Kanye West, being one of my top 5 favorite artists, had me sold.
The song has actually come to grow on me after listening to it 90 times straight on Spotify.
There’s no actual music video, but here’s the “clean” version (Try to guess the slurred curses. Try. By try, I mean think of the top 5 curses used by rappers. There are 3. F,N,B. Have fun).