Me and a friend of mine are having a debate. I say, “having” because fuck you, Nate, I’m stopping just because you went home? Yeah, right. Think you can beat me with your black Magic deck I’ll just give up. Nay, sir, nay!
“Music doesn’t need lyrics. Lyrics tell you what to think. I’m smart enough to think for myself. Also Thomas I only beat you ’cause I cheated at Magic. I’m so sorry.” — Nate (paraphrased)
This is the second of his music claims. Continue reading