Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[shouting continues]

Nigga, you gonna be my security? Darius, man!

person I expect to see in here, man.

Oh, yeah. That's a tourist. Al?

from these kids that was chasing me.

You want something? No, I'm-a get... I'm-a... I'm-a...

The recording from which all the later copies of your music

I swear, I'm an angel.

- You all right? - [stammers softly]

- [shouting echoing] - Mm-hmm.

please welcome...

- The fuck you say? - Nigga, all day,

I'm just saying.

Hold on, hold on, hold... Wait. [sighs]

Who owns your masters?

You-you in danger? You...

- There's a third one right there. - This way. This way. All right.

- They definitely fucked. - Mm. [giggling]

You don't trust me?

and a Nepalese Spacecake.

Because I had to be. All right?

Can't even feel your legs.

I have friends. Thanks.

[Lorraine scoffs, smooches]

[groans softly]

Look, just don't-don't touch my face, all right?

I picked it up at a museum when I was ducking out

I'm sure one day I will get over it.

- Fancy a girl, Paper Boi? - Hey, you fancy a wank?

This should help you out.

And I-I watch y'all's interviews, you know?

Wow. I came at the perfect time.

between you and me...

What happened, man?

I'll pay for it, man. Damn, just move.

- [breathing heavily] - Your arms,

[woman singing faintly]