I reminisce on my days in London every once and while, when something strikes me or reminds me of shit like Elephant & Castle. I mean, I’m glad I left, but what I learnt there never leaves me.

To my girl back there, I ain’t as crazy as you make me out to be. I’m just a man trying to make my own, whichever way I can. Yeah, I do a little too much, if you know what I mean, but I don’t know any other way.

I don’t think I ever told you that back then, you were probably my only friend in London, but I was insecure, and didn’t want to tell you that. Wanted you to think I was cool. I suppose I’m part of the reason why you think I’m crazy. You were always so chill with everything, but I know we had our differences and issues that we never got to because I left. But I’ve been inviting you back here for months! I’ve got a small bed, but you aren’t that big anyway. Sorry, it’s just a joke, and I say it all with laughs. I could never forget your face when I would tease you about your height.

“I’m the same height as Kim Kardashian!”

Hell yeah, and I guess that makes me Kanye? See, shit gets even more ridiculous the more I talk, but you know that’s how I’ve always been. But actually, someone told me that this project was my Kanye moment, and I don’t know how to feel about that. I’d ask you, but you say you want to stay off the grid.

Anyway, I don’t think I’ll make it back to London anytime soon, so it’ll be a minute before I can apologize for making fun of your height.

Sometimes I don’t have a very good filter on what I say, but that’s who I am. Yet it makes total sense!

Wasn’t I supposed to be Kanye anyway?