Born Blue [ BILLIE EILISH ]

Born Blue [ BILLIE EILISH ]

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"Alright, that sounds like the Skibidi Toilet beat," "Excuse you?" "Hey, don't shoot the messenger. I'm just saying... this so-called genius beat you're vibing with? It's giving bathroom meme energy." "Bathroom meme energy?" "Yep, this 'uncreative era' of yours has hit you extra hard recently, huh?" "I'ma hit you extra hard in a minute." "Woah there! why so aggressive? I'm only here to help." "Go back to fucking Russia, kid." "Ain't no way you just absolutely violated me like that. That was savage." "Oh, I can go harder," "Fine, at least I don't sound like a twelve-year-old demon child when I laugh." "Oh hell no." "Yep. Like, you know the sound of a possessed doll in a horror movie? Add asthma. That's you." For a second Billie just stared at me, dead silent. Then she burst out laughing so violently that she actually snorted. "See? Exhibit A!"

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