People were lookin for Mike's Successer when he was under your nose the whole time

Both were child stars
Both were abused by their fathers
Both small weird ass dudes no one understood
ect

Now Weeknd is Wayne's Successer

Both are s***and coke addicts
musical geniuses
Both weirdos
Lean Addicts
ect

What kind of s*** thread is this

pure facts

thread makes zero sense

???

I love Wayne but what lmfaooooo

Having a lot in common with MJ doesn't make you his successor my G

i thought we left the ridiculous threads on ktt1.

both weirdos

brilliant connection

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Houston. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Metro Boomin and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Skyfall." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Travis Scott in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Skyfall" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Travis stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that s*** back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the chorus instrumental back, not questioning Travis's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the chorus began to play, Travis put on a pair of monitor headphones, aggressively nodded his head and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Rolling his eyes back and jumping around like a wild mad man, Travis began to flow freely.

"I'm trapped in my conscious. My trap is still bunky, look at all of these hundreds. Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy. The d**** keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin". Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Travis continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"I'm trapped in my conscious. My trap is still bunky, look at all of these hundreds. Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy. The d**** keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin". The Engineer looked over to Metro with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Metro fastened his headband then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Travis.

"I'm trapped in my conscious. My trap is still bunky, look at all of these hundreds. Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy. The d**** keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin". Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"I don't wanna buy no more. Your s*** ain't gettin' me high no more. I'm trapped in my conscious. My trap is still bunky, look at all of these hundreds. Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy. The d**** keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin". By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Travis hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Travis retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and twisting his braids, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Make that s*** dark."

The OG Drake version of this is a lot funnier imo

this s*** is actually hilarious

did you just call the weeknd a musical genius

OP give us some of that s*** you're smoking

yeah and Bob Marley's successor was Eminem

OP: both have the letter e in their name, therefore one is the successor -actually a reincarnation- of the other.

In this is essa-

OP's on crack
and The Weeknd's wack

Flagrant but I smiled.

why is OP so obsessed with MJ successors this is the second time in less than a day