Put Your Hands Up If You Single For The Night

Damn she text me all day and night,

So pissed off she aint even spelling sh-t right,

I text her back, tell her it's life,

Now somebody tell them hoes, I'm single for the night.

If I’ve learned anything this summer its that emotions are only relevant for short periods of time. Very rarely do we constantly feel the same way about someone or something. One moment anger completely consumes you and the next your flattered over a text message or a late night voice mail. Yet, feelings for a particular music track can remain stagnant forever.

I remember the first time I heard Weezy’s song “Single”. It was the start of summer, when possibilities of flings and pure adulterated fun are endless. As I lay in my queen-sized bed, the need for sleep eluded me. My nightly blog surfing found me at a site previewing Weezy’s new video. Within the first 30 seconds of the song I was absorbed by the words of a lyrical genius. Weezy takes words and cements them into sequences, which after one listen now seem like common sense. In the first chorus of “Single” he simultaneously objectifies the female body while making it seem perfectly natural at the same time. Yes, Weezy's personal conduct is questionable, as he drinks more cough syrup than cola, but there is no question that two years from now I’m still going to be infatuated with “Single”.