The past few days, I’ve had two rap songs (80s era, I think) running through my head:
1. Slick Rick’s La-Di-Da-Di – I just keep singing, “La di da di. We likes ta pahty. We don’t cause trouble. We don’t botha nobody.”
2. Eazy E’s Gimme That Nutt – My line of choice? “Ah, shit, all over your face.” The song is just as disgusting as you think it is.
This happens, the weird lyrics from somewhere deep in my better-left-undisturbed subconscious, when I’m stressed. It’s time to yoga. Clearly.