PARTYMOBILE TONIGHT
WORD TO @Noir
I never miss a PND release, they're always an event on KTT
Hope all the stans get the classic they want, the world needs more great music right now
I never miss a PND release, they're always an event on KTT
Hope all the stans get the classic they want, the world needs more great music right now
amen
P3 was some trash.
Hoping this redeems him
C2 >>>>>>>
You want some of this d***?
wont be anyway
well u postin fanboy s*** like that bout a male singer.
so i juss assumd
well u postin fanboy s*** like that bout a male singer.
so i juss assumd
wasnt even the one who made the text b****boi
PARTYMOBILE OUT NOW THO
wasnt even the one who made the text b****boi
PARTYMOBILE OUT NOW THO
fake and gay
It is 2040.
The earth's population has been reduced by 99% by an onslaught of pandemics and biological warfare. The landscape is bathed in an eerie fluorescent glow.
The last remaining record label in Canada uncovered an unreleased PartyNextDoor recording in a charred USB stick and intends to release it before they close their doors.
A wandering messenger with radiation sickness represents the label and promotes their releases by handing out flyers. The man approaches the underside of a bridge that the last remaining PND stan calls his home. As he reaches the opening, the man collapses, the weight of his lifeless corpse pushing the paper into the breeze.
"You dead, bruh?"
The PND stan approaches the man and picks up the nicotine-colored flyer off the ground.
Eyes widening, he forgets the deceased messenger before him as he reads the text on the page.
"...it's PARTY time!"
Limping over to his computer, the PND stan's heart beats frantically as he dreams up possibilities for his first album release on KTT in a decade. Partymobile was a generational defining project and Seven Days was a disappointment, but it hardly mattered. This was history.
Typing furiously, he thinks up every word he can think of that rhymes with "Jahron" and makes tenuous connections to pop culture staples from earth's distant heyday. Hitting post, he sits back in his chair and admires his handiwork.
It didn't matter that his internet connection had been disconnected a decade before, nor that his mind had melted into slush after the last virus went endemic. The man's love for PartyNextDoor would never die.
I ain't never listened to no PND album but this s*** got me seriously considering it
PARTYMOBILE TONIGHT
WORD TO @Noir
The pot and the kettle meet at last