Bobby Ray grabbed a pen. He didn't want to explain himself anymore. If people didn't understand the need to "roll up something" or "pour up something" just to drown out the noise of their own thoughts, they never would.
"Is that alright?" Marko’s voice asked again, the question hanging in the air. B.o.B - FT Marko Penn Roll Up
The song wasn't just a party track; it was a manifesto for the misunderstood. As the beat dropped, the static in his head finally cleared. For the first time in a long time, the only thing he could hear was the music—and that was more than alright. Bobby Ray grabbed a pen