But, is it though?
I discovered Ivy Levan as one does. By looking at the dance charts. I liked her name and liked the name of the song. “Biscuit” just stands out in a crowd of “I Want You To Know” and “One Last Time”. The song is classified under “swamp pop” whatever the fuck that means and I am obsessed with everything.
Ivy Levan is a stunning deep voiced songstress that I feel intrinsically. I've watched all her music videos and she is a stunning ethereal goddess. Apparently Adam Lambert likes her and I like Ivy Levan. I can see this song being a breakout hit of the year. She certainly stands out in a crowd.
This one girl I know is southern as fuck. She loves big trucks and boys with names like “Preston” and “Beau”. And, she told me I loved southerners and I was like no. The only southerner I actively love is Chris Crocker. The south is the kind of place you avoid unless you happen to run into a Golden Girls marathon.
Ivy has also convinced me that I need this sweater with the word “loser” emblazoned across it. I am not spending a hundred dollars on a sweater especially not when it's about to be miserable in anything but a crop top. That changes nothing. I want it. I want it all over my body.