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iggy azealea quite literally is more of an indie artist than lana is

wayament sis...that dont make no sense..my man have y'all suddenly forgotten Lana is an album-centered artist and that's where most of her draw comes from?? the songs themselves on a chart might've flopped but that's quite literally the furthest objective anyone on her team was looking for when releasing the songs..we discussed this back when VB came out when she said that it was almost like a cruel joke on her team to be releasing a nine minute guitar ballad that morphs into some psychedelic shit with a curse word in the title; she knew it was everything a "lead" single SHOULDN'T be and even her managers were antsy about it Lana is more of a long-term burn type of artist, her albums sell great and people look to those for her music rather than her singles like somebody would Selena Gomez or J. Lo; not to mention critically, Venice Bitch blew everybody out of the fucking water. it's no doubt that it's her best received song since Video Games..7 years into her career and she was hitting the same peaks, if not higher on such a anti-song to be randomly released. 20mil+ streams is great for such awkward songs, especially when two of them are something most listeners wouldn't want to play on repeat. (and with 0 promo...whatsoever, at least Love and LfL had big budget MVs and IRL advertisements). i hate giving whole ass paragraphs on here talking about actual subjects but some of u bitches...

to be fair this literally means next to nothing given NFR has been "coming soon" since september 2018 to every publication that's covered her and the songs since then

I have a lucious, spacious, fertile womb full of minstrel meat and cotton bag straws. feast on my purple fire penultimate child

you're right and you should say it through ur chest @jared speak on it baby blue boy bitch that's my child! ur my child! say it again mi hermana!

i am the lone ranger sitting wistfully in the theatre pondering at the red satin veils and gold sheathed tassles surrounding and orchestrating the diminishing architecture of the theatre waiting for my baby to be delivered from his mechanical casketized incubator..sparking and screaming various white noise from the steam as that maniacal bitch clacks at it with her 2017 organic nails, with two fingers suspiciously cut for malpractice everybody left this theatre, ihave kicked them out. it is my theatre now i am burning this theatre to the gtound, i am comitting arson. hundreds might've died, the roaches lived my baby lives my bby will be birthed from her flames. i am sitting in the seat marked as row #19, letter J3. with the roaches that lived, twiddling the fried hair strands from a nearby patron drinking patron that never got to go home i hear the infantile whining from the incubator, give me my fucking child lana

you owe me an apology

im sorry was that a fucking

this just in: having an opinion on a public forum is punishable by death so don't fucking have one u dub fucking sack of penniless shitfaced and regretful COWARDS and if ur a COWARD then get rhe fuck OFF!!! my live chat!! thi s if ro the yosemite stans and bad bitchs ONLY and if ur an opinionated and emotional person YOU ANDN'T a BAD BITCHhhh

i have many many many many many things to say and dimensions to dissect that all converge on a singular well-explained yet still unexplained and expansive topic and song file would anyone like to hear my twenty two vocal chords coagulate into a sentence or fifty five thousand on such a discoursed and involved topic

do u hear the bells? the bells? the copper? the ringing? the branches twine that strips it's immaterial flesh onto itself as it wrings around an inner coil to suspend the brass sheath of sonically tangible vibrations ? do u hear it? see it? the crack in the blell? the liberation of millions? the ever present ever persistent droning of white noise, no, blakc noise, from an outer reach and interchangable depth of inner magnitudes? the golden trim on the holocartographic leaves hitting their professions for hundreds of hours to make up the cement artistry and labor of humane history made in the image for humans of humans by humans? to ring that miniscule, irrelevant, obnoxious fucing dumb fucking bell? tell me rorman nockwell where the fuck is the bell do u taste cinnamon? nutmeg? cardamom? chrysanthemum? hycodoxyne? a new flavor not yes discovered? by not even lana herself? tell me. tell me.

u new bitches got thin skin! y'all need a glittergate to push ur feeble lil midns to the edge and JUMP and see if ur calloused clawed feet can carve itself into the saltstone cliff we call pre-release shit! the fuc kup youngin's

loreen is a troubled case and an amalgamation of mistaken atoms with a wasted no-potential purpose; frget their lack of charisma and general posterity and soon their physical form will vanish into bags of polyurethane into a local river. with river.

her albums are bad until they're not bloodletter

this is the unsweetened unfiltered raw dusty granulated green gray earl tea that we needed injected into our capillaries today. for norman frogging rockwell will come and ascend to like, a sick 4th place in her discography you guess

i hav good fcking tastebyds they're elongated and engorged

venice bitch = wild on you >> how to disappear = doin' time > hope >> mac = cherry blossom > hey blue baby > roll w me > stupid for being so happy

im happy she's released new heatstroke music given i've been having a continuous stroke nonstop since the genocide of march 25th '19

Enlightenment.

synthy disco inspired album, MMITPM based hawaiin surfy glam rock, MTWBT & wayamaya based jazzy brass album, MDM and Carmen based but we'll another musical balogna style record with sparse trap beats and wishy washy musical themes

the spirit realm is submitting various multitudes of colorful vibrations and auditory enigma's in response to your hallucinatory pleas and howls, they're abuzz with commotion and contemptment for the situation at hand, consequences and pay-offs will be dealt in due time with the combination of atoms capable and responsible for transmitting the answers to nobody yet everybody's questions are turning into pure, unadulterated electrons. be quick, be big, be projected into the cosmos Galore

r u binches done

says who

i am so fucking hyped for some more heatstroke music from lana even though summer bummer wasn't all that for what could've been on the album i adore songs that fit perfectly for god-awful hot days, mid-tempo and sassy but groovy (SB isn't all of this but it hits several boxes) kinda 90s, mostly mood music doin' time is all that encapsulated in one song and to see lana singin it...the flavor