OMG to be: young, useless, poppy and punky, Paul Bower, in school, unemployed, aimlessly fortunate, echoed and reverbed, out of time, out of money, out of place, and out her wilding. K9 Sniffies is the bust, y’all. And they getting hounded at “Donovan’s” while just trying to jam out a list of tunes before those dog-noses get ‘em clinked up. So let’s touch. Feel around the crowd. It’s all you. This me. This what Rick Ross is talking about in “Reppin’ My City.” The rage is on and at minimum effort. Lax on the low. But show up to “Donovan’s” around 10:30PM. K9 Sniffies will provide the tunes. I got first round. Get jacked, Monday!
Master’s Touch, the new album by K9 Sniffies, is out NOW on Urinal Cake Records!
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