Directed by FKA twigs & Nick Walke
Production Company: Object & Animal
Producer: Whitney Jackson
Director of Photography: Natasha Braier
A.D: Ev Salomon
Styling: Matthew Josephs
Hair: B. Thomas
Make-up: Daniel Sallstrom
Production Design: JC Molina
Choreography: Tovaris Wilson & Theo Oliver
Dancers: Latonya Swan, Yuki Murauchi, Frankie Freeman, Lexee Smith, Zaya Newborn, Caryn Mueller, Tydryn Monet & Tori Caro
Edited by Andy McGraw
VFX: The Mill & Cartel
Nebula Design: Teun van der Zalm
Directed, DP & edited by Tomas Aksamit
Art Director: Jen Sonibare
Gaffer: Jacob Velander
Key Grip: Andrew Dammer
Producers: Tomas Aksamit, Mike Campbell, Colton Otte, Maria Malik & Jen Sonibare
Prop Car/Stunt Driver: Madeline Denny
Cast:
Jacob Anderson, Tony Chum, Willie Clay, Brandon Rode, Wil Simon, Ben Hove, Dillon Parker, Chris Lenhart, Paul Economon, Ryan Veldt, Amy Novalany, Jeremy Novalany, Taylor Helmbrecht, Jackson Dugan, Adam Quandt, Alexus Wood, Jade Phipps, Alec Itman, Anna Miller, Brandon Glova, Brandon Erickson, William Boykin, Wayne Anderson, Mikaela Little, Christina Hanson, Ryan Rutjes, Kelly Ledwein, Katlyn Hook, Jacob Velander, Chari Eckmann, Kenyare Wilder, Ry Sok, Kayleigh Matheny, Phoebe Pederson, Jesse Lilly, Melissa Kimball, Lacey Romero, Alicia Bergquist, Kimberly Voss, Crystal Lamm, Sonni Paita, Maria Malik, Jen Sonibare, DJ Bonics, Wayne Anderson, Chance York, Albert Nix, Justin Banda, St. Paul Slim, Nick Tam, Xavior Bradly, Mike King and Dillon Malenke
The Hybrid, I'm telling you, try again
Sleep with the beast, Daniel in the lion's den
Still drop dirty, have to pop a Niacin
Itched all damn day, just to get violated
Ever seen a roach with babies have babies
In the hood like whatever, we get this bitch together
Once got a ho, ain't had money for the room
So we did the humpty hump in a Burger King bathroom
Lowkey kept it undercover
The way she slurp slurp, she's the quicker picker upper
No job, dropped out and a felon
On the net, met a fat white bitch named Helen
300 pounds, maybe more like 280
Had a couple babies, 270 give or take it
Call that securin' the bag, had to fight the baby dad
Try to stop how I eat so I got up on his ass
What's in the dark, always come to light
Head was nasty, you'd think she had head lice
Why try? Throw bleach in your eye
Put your life on the line, hang 'em out to dry
Tryna keep my hands clean, out here ridin' dirty
Shit get messy? Mop him up with the .30
High Tide, Gain off the Arm and Hammer
Swim towards the current, system try to drown me
Stain your record like Clorox 'n' darks
Spin cycle had four tops for one
Out the slums, nobody gave me nothin'
Had temptations, so I hustled, David Ruffin
Papa was a rolling stone, so I sold rocks to 'em
Beam up Scotty, we got lift-off Houston
Left my sack in my clothes, Mama just did a load
Eight ball in my jeans, fiends say it taste like soap
Twenty five a peep show when I enter the booth
Mop the floor when I leave, might slip if you do
Cover your ears of your kids, we got round two
Fuck a bitch two times, call it deja vu
Fuck a stripper for some change, actual change
Dime, penny, nickels, actual change
Okay, wanna hear the story? Left the house in a hurry
I was at Hunky Dory's, got some dances from Lori
Left my wallet at home, ain't wanna hear that story
In the car had change from laundry
Had to wash clothes anyway, told her I'm sorry
Slow anyway, before you was boring
Said gimme a moment, jumped on it and bounced
No fabric softener, 'cause I was hard
Then she gave me head, had me moaning and groaning
Guess who I seen doing laundry next morning
Directed by Kyle Goldberg
Produced by Maddy Schmidt & Saharah Sejour
Director of Photography: Ryan Hamelin
Edited by Kevin Rose
Music & Talent: Annie Shapiro
As the backbone of street dance battles, the lightning-speed dance style pioneered on Chicago’s South and West Sides is meant to dazzle and discombobulate in equal measure. Meet some of Chicago’s footwork dancers who challenge the city’s legacy of segregation
[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Push out your back, put ya butt in it
Wanna love you, but I do not wanna commit
So I dance with ya with the thought of us fuckin’
We dancin’ up in the corner, feelin’ for the corner pockets
So I ease your work for just a bit, uh
Buy your drink, you have a sip, uh
Then I tell you we should dip
You grabbin’ me close and closer ’til you get a kiss
Push up your bra to the left, that’s right
Now we in a car with a broke brake light
Thinkin’ ’bout the ass, the legs, the head, the sex
The whip, the figure-four leg lock, then we dip out
[Chorus: Jay Prince & GoldLink]
You say you wanna party all day (Mhm, uh-huh)
You say you needed lovin’ from me
You say you wanna party all day (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You say you needed (Yeah, yeah)
So why waste time? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
So why waste time? (Yeah, yeah)
So why waste time?
Why waste time? (Time, waste time)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator & Jay Prince]
Ayo, your boyfriend pissed off, smackin’ his lips off
The fact my lips are covered in your lip gloss
I say we should dip off out of here
Talk, speak, share some words, grab a ear
Nah, you can’t take off, unless you leave your amigo
Swallow your pride and put aside your ego
Man, fuck bein’ modest, I’m just bein’ honest
You seem home-cooked and them goods McDonald’s (Yeah)
But no, the bid is off (Woo)
Niggas always dip and they duck the sauce (Yeah)
Rocks on my neck, I don’t know the cost (Nah)
Car out front like the Uber, Uber (Skrrt)
We can hop in, and you can top ten
The list that I wanted to hop in (Wait)
List is full, so I’ma call it a night (Ahh)
And you ain’t even my type
I’m all bark, no bite, I’m so sorry (You say you wanna)
Wasted time, I wasted time
Why you dutty wine, it’s whatever (Yeah, you say)
You sweatin’ drips upon my sweater (My sweater)
It’s hot in here, the outside’s better (Yeah)
I’m leavin’, leavin’, you call me back, it’s like emotions recedin’
Let’s call it a evenin’, it’s gettin’ desperate, yeah
[Chorus: Jay Prince & Tyler, the Creator]
So why waste time?
You say you wanna party all day
You say you needed lovin’ from– (Yeah)
