It is just true that no matter how much you love The Dirty Projectors, it is always going to be more fun to throw out a Kendrick lyric.
Kendrick’s album good kid, m.A.A.d city is about the difficulties Lamar faced growing up in Compton, California, and his experiences there are not exactly the same as a daily life on College Hill. Having said that, the album is full of lyrics than can be surprisingly applicable to Brown life.
Examples of how you can take being pumped about Kendrick above agreeing-via-Ya-Bish level:
“Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that’s just how I feel.” I am interning/working at (insert investment bank or consulting firm) this summer/after graduation. (“Money Trees“)
“Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it/But ever since that day, I was lookin at him different.” I am 90 percent sure that kid spilled a drink on me at a party once, OR, I really feel like that was the kid sat who ON HIS OWN in a Blue Room booth even though he just barely beat us there. (“m.A.A.d. city“)
“That Louis Burger never be the same/A Louis belt will never ease that pain.” Um, my Louis breakfast/lunch didn’t stay down, and I’m still feeling REALLY hungover. (“Money Trees“)
“We pulled up on a bunch of working girls/and asked them what they working with, look at me.” We asked those girls in the group study room how much longer they needed it, but they were really focused, so I had to be aggressive.” (“The Art of Peer Pressure“)
“’I wanna come over, what’s up?’ That’s what I told her soon as this episode of Martin go off/I’m trying to get off.” Is this an okay text to send? Cause I really wanna hook up with her. After Martin is done talking. [Martin is a sitcom that was on Fox in the 90’s. So it’s actually kinda hard to use this one unless you have a friend named Martin]. (“Sherane A.K.A. Master Splinter’s Daughter“)
“Seem like the whole city go against me/Every time I’m in the street I hear/ YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!” My professors all gave me so much work for tomorrow and I live on Wriston. (“m.a.a.d city“)
“Bitch don’t kill my vibe.” This is just what you chant when dealing with the BSA website/TouchNet/buying Spring Weekend tickets.