I sat down to write a post about some of my favorite Power Couples.
Not that kind of Power Couple, V-dawg.
As I sat down to write it while listening to my new favorite playlist, I got completely distracted by my obsession with one particular song. And it’s by one of the best power couples the music industry has ever seen.
Nappy Boy. And Pretty Boy.
Okay, yeah, fine. I do. I’ll overlook your little woman-beating thing.
Chris stole my heart in high school. Amiright, O.C. fans?
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t watch his VMA performance with my jaw hanging wide open. Like 6-year-old-in-front-of-Spongebob style.
Enter, T-Pain and his microphone (which, by the way, is on my Christmas list. I forsee lots and lots of entertaining wine nights with that trusty little guy).
Ever since Kiss, Kiss, the duo stole my heart.
With Best Love Song, they have captivated me all over again.
That’s right. A T-Pain and Chris Brown song captivates me. I’m the poetic type. Represent.
I’ll be singing the lyrics about Tappahannock, VA as I pass by the town on my way to D.C. this evening.
‘Cause being a little gangsta never hurt
Except Rihanna. I guess it hurt her a little.