This right here doesn’t happen without artist development. Had Hov not forced young Robin on us summer after summer, to the point that we knew the words to her songs (whether we liked them or not), who’s to say if we would even be here. Fast forward to now and Rihanna’s train is rolling full steam ahead and the quality of the music doesn’t even matter at this point. The ladies secretly want to be her and the fellas want to be with her. (Unless you already had that.)
Such is the life of a pop star.
MZ’s not one for dancing, but after seeing this all I need is a triple shot of Patron and a clear path to her in the middle of the club…or else where.
Bless your heart if you actually took the time to read my words. If you didn’t, I understand.