God damn. There's something about a voice that absolutely crushes the notes like the notes were the ice in a snow cone. There's this little sweet spot on top of notes and this lady camped out on those notes like some white dude with dreds at the utopian party in Portland. Just camped out with no intention of leaving, not when there's smooth ass rye to be had. Tennessee whiskey fucks different. I think it's the limestone. A perfect song sang perfectly is the gift we needed today when the gift of collegiate football was ripped from our dick skinners like the rest of all that is good in 2020 has been. Minus WAP. That's still here. Love WAP.
Here's another perfect jam. Enjoy.