... it's time to make another album, dude. Just saying.
I know you're probably dead busy right now, reading Hollywood movie scripts, prepping for heavier and heavier roles, and basking in the glory of your flourishing movie career, but where's the music at, man? You know, the music that made you an annoyingly big superstar? There's a word in town that girls miss rocking their bodies to your beats, your sweet falsetto. They were love stoned and now you're cheating on them with the silver screen. What gives?
Look, props for following your acting dreams. After a few definite misses, you finally got it right... In time. Sort of. But, seriously, go back to what you do best. People fell in love with you and your poodle curls way back when you were in that band, Justin Timberlake And The Hangers-On. You need to bring your sexy back, asap.
You're not like the other "playas" in the game; those boys who are "tapping that" every five seconds. We're over being called bitches by short, insecure rappers, every time we turn on the radio. We're not bitches, we're senoritas. So stop taunting us with your History of Rap duets with Jimmy Fallon, already!
Tens of millions of youtube hits can't be wrong.
We're asking nicely, but please don't think it's beneath us to turn on the waterworks and cry you a river.
With anticipation.
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