htinez_ :
Boy oh boy, where do I even begin. Carti... honey, my pookie bear. I’ve loved you ever since I first heard that "Slatt!" echo through my speakers. The way you glide over beats like a phantom, leaving chaos and beauty in your wake. Your adlibs, sharp as diamonds, and that hypnotic flow like honey laced with lightning. I would do anything for you. I wish I could loop Whole Lotta Red on eternal replay so I’d never have to face a world without your vampyric vibes. You’ve faced your demons, but you never let the world dim your flame. Off the mic, you’re a king, a fashion icon, a visionary sometimes I even call you daddy. The mere thought of you stepping away from the studio guts me. I’d sacrifice my aux cord forever if it meant keeping that devilish smirk on your beautiful face. You’ve given me moshpit euphoria and latenight existential thrills. I remember when you left *Die Lit* behind, and my heart shattered like a broken vinyl. But I still screamed "YUH!" when @ MEH dropped, because my vamp king deserves his throne. I just prayed you’d return to your raw, rebellious roots. And alas, you did my sweet baby boy resurrected with Music, and I ascended. 2020 was a dark era for us, baby, but you turned pain into art. You birthed a cult classic, and I couldn’t believe it. I was moshing, levitating even, as I heard my glorious king whisper, "What? I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine…" Not only have you revolutionized rap and culture forever, but you’ve eternally altered my soul. Now you’re evolving, experimenting, but still the GOAT my GOAT. I love you, pookie bear, my vamp king, Playboi Carti.
2025-07-16 04:07:14