I was driving in my car last week, windows down, wind in my hair, when I was suddenly roused to inspiration from the words coming from my radio:
This is why I'm hot.
This is why I'm hot.
This is why
This is why
This is why I'm hot.
I'm hot 'cause I'm fly.
You ain't
'Cause you not.
This is why
This is why
This is why I'm hot.
Who said the great orators of our time are dead? There are few that truly compare to the velvety eloquence of Mims, wouldn't you say?
