Seriously, as a kid I loved stations like Z100. But now … blech. The formula is simple: Take the moment’s 30 hottest songs and rot our brains with them.
Enough, I say. Enough.
The song is not called “Forget You.” It’s “Fuck you,” and he says “Ain’t that some shit” and “Oh shit, she’s a gold digger” and “Just thought you should know, nigga.” It’s fierce and intense and friggin’ amazing. But the version we’ve been subjected to and subjected to and subjected to, well, blows.