Mimi’s first single off her new album Memoirs of an Imperfect Angel (which is also the title of my 6th grade diary) came out today and it sounds like it came out 5 years ago. Same butterfly shit. Almost. Mimi decided to sprinkle this with a heaping serving of auto-tone. Although, this shit is not a total wash.
Just when I was about to quit this song and cleanse my ears with some Eden’s Crush, I hear Mimi scream at 3:30 mark, “He’s all up in my George Foreman!!!!!” AHAHAHAHA. I haven’t heard that shit in years since some cholita said that to me while I was going through her ladybug backpack (she was going through a phase). This song is fine by me just for that lyric!
And you better get used to this mess, because it’s probably going to be #1. You will hear it blasting through Walgreens every time you go in there to pick up condoms and Diet Shasta.