Quote: “If you’re looking for lyrics, if you’re looking to cry, if you’re looking to think about life, don’t listen to hip-hop.”
Remember when Post Malone said that in an interview and we collectively pointed our pitchforks away from Kanye for a second, and pointed them at him?
Remember when his caucasity became the center of his career? Does this white mumble rapper from Texas know about the true meaning of hip-hop?”
But he was right. If you’re looking to cry, if you’re looking to think about life then don’t listen to hip-hop. Listen to beerbongs and bentleys. There’s a difference.
Post Malone is a circle trying to fit into the square that is hip-hop.
Let’s dive right into this with ‘Stay’. Listen to it more than once. Listen to it a couple of times more.
Just like ‘Leave’ from his debut album, Stoney. ‘Stay’ sees him brandishing his acoustic guitar and pouring his melting heart onto the floor, hoping she slips and falls and falls back in love… back in love with him. ‘Stay’ is sweet on the surface and gut-wrenching at its core. Posty is 2 ad libs away from bawling like a man-baby.
‘Over Now’ is the worst way to break up with someone. It’s jam-packed with vitriol. He’s spitting venom at her with angry circa-Kevin Rudolph guitar riffs slashing through whatever was left of that relationship. The TL;DR version of the song is, “fuck you”.
Have you noticed how much Black rappers complain about how their newly amassed wealth didn’t make it better? Think about it:
- “Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems” P. Diddy and Mase.
- ‘All Falls Down’ Kanye West.
- ‘Real Friends’ Kanye West.
- ‘Speedin Bullet to Heaven’ Kid Cudi.
- Drake. . . All the time.
The way I see it: White musicians tend to relish in their new found fame or say nothing about it (Mike Posner being a popular exception). I don’t know. Maybe I don’t listen to enough white rappers.
Post Malone is the bridge. He’s a white rapper complaining about his new money problems like a black artist. Hence ‘Rich and Sad’.
The song is exactly what it says it’s about. Lil’ Posty is a sad Ritchie Rich, crying in his Maybach, tears as cold as the ice on his rings.
So on one hand, he hates his new-found fame and wealth. But at the same time, he relishes in it. Like the twins, in “Zack and Codeine” we find Malone living his best life. If the Tipton was a trap house, that is.
The fast life is a rolling hill. The highs have breathtaking views. The lows are the sunken place. MDMA, but perpetually.
“Candy Paint’ has a nursery rhyme flow, but it’s rude AF. I’d totally have rapped along to this in class 3, giggling like I’m in on a naughty secret.
Beerbongs and bentleys plays like shooting out your wildest pipe dreams over a blunt and a sunset with your best friends, and then having all those things come true.
And a sunset has never felt the same since.