I love you like Kanye loves Kanye
“F— the Pope,” Kanye West muttered, after proclaiming that he had sold more merchandise than the head of the Catholic Church near the latter end of his two-hour, 31-song set at Nashville’s Bridgestone Arena.
Well, I thought. He has a point.
After all, this is Yeezy’s world, and we’re just living in it.
Call it arrogance or blasphemy, but one cannot accurately call it a lie. Because indeed, he had.