Rule number one of being a fuck boy,
you have to say that you don't celebrate Valentine's Day,
because like, you don't like, support capitalism.
Like the amount of times I've heard that from dudes.
Like, "Oh yeah babe I don't celebrate Valentine's Day
'cause like, fuck capitalism.
You know I like love you everyday, you know?"
It's like just get me a fucking,
just get me some fucking roses.
Like, please don't be a dickhead.
I love that nostalgia of flipping
some of the songs that I grew up on.
So I've wanted to do a flip of a Kelis song
for ages and it just,
the stars aligned, it came together perfectly and naturally.
I'm just so grateful that she lended her vocals to the track
and was cool with us putting it out,
and yeah I love you Kelis and I worship, I worship you.
I was like screaming all the lyrics
to "Caught Out There" when I was a child.
Like, who did I have to be mad at?
No one.
My teacher, like, my mom?
Like, who did I hate?
No one, you didn't hate anyone.
You were 11 years old.
But I felt that rage, it was there, it was there in here.
Here's my little miss.
Here's my little miss Wednesday.
Hi baby.
When I wrote the song, I really, really wanted a dog.
I was like, "I need unconditional love.
I need, I need a BFF."
I was waiting.
I was like, "I need to wait 'til I have my own place
and I'm like, secure in my life and my career.
I really wanna give motherhood my all."
Right when I dropped my mixtape I was like,
"You know what, this is the time.
I am, I'm ready to take that step into motherhood
and be a dog mom."
I love dogs more than men for sure.
I would pick a dog over a man any day, anytime,
any week.
I really love them.
If a rage room was a song, it would be this song.
I love rage rooms.
Oh my god, they're so good.
I love smashing shit.
Obviously, I said in this song that I put a teddy bear
in a blender, which I didn't actually do, but I should have.
I can't do it like Kelis and I'm not even gonna try,
but she does it better than me.
I was doing like a, like a midnight,
a midnight banishing spell,
and I was removing this man from my memory and from the,
every corner of my mind I was pulling him out.
I took his old sweatshirts that I still had,
and I drew penises all over them, I painted them.
I was in the moment, I was having, I was having a moment.
And yeah, I drew dicks all over them,
and then I went outside and I burned them.
Of all the songs on the mixtape,
this is the most like, pop-leaning.
Because you know, I like a structured pop song sometimes.
Who doesn't?
If you don't like pop music, you're lying.
And that's it, you hate fun.
You say you hate pop music, you hate fun.
For those of you who don't know what a rabbit is,
a rabbit is a sex toy that penetrates you in the vagina
and has prongs like so that hug the clitoris.
Welcome to sex education with Ashnikko.
I am a big fan of sex toys,
and I became an even bigger fan of sex toys over lockdown.
This song is about like, choosing yourself,
and choosing your own wants and needs and your own pleasure,
and really like, soaking that all up and taking the time
to really understand yourself
and what you want and what you need.
I'm not saying that I'm the baddest in the world.
I'm saying that I'm the baddest he's ever had,
and I'm the baddest for putting up with your shit,
and I'm the baddest
because I have a massive sex toy collection.
I'm the baddest because I love myself
and I am growing as a human being
and blossoming like a flower.
Whenever you start to improve,
whenever you start to actually glow and improve yourself
and do well and they can see that,
they're always like, "Hmm hi, hi, hi."
Replying back to your stories,
like, sliding in your DM's,
like, "Hey, how are you?
We should catch up, go for dinner some time.
Like, I've missed you."
It's like that Future meme.
What have I done that's outrageous?
I painted my whole body blue for Halloween.
Georgia here, my makeup artist,
had to help me scrub blue paint
out of butt crack on Halloween at one AM
Thank you for your service, Georgia.
I am done with breakup songs for the time being.
I'm putting that on record.
I'm done with them.
It's sexual bops and hurt feelings from here on out.
No more breakup songs, I'm tired.
What else is there to say?
There's nothing else to say.
Leave me alone.
Get therapy.
Please, you're a burden in my life.
I wanna grow.
Please, let me grow.
I'm done, I'm done with the breakup song.
You don't deserve anymore of my songs.
It's over.
No more breakup songs.
I'm manifesting this by telling you, but I'm done with them.
I'd say the best breakup advice is to
unfollow someone,
and delete their number, and to not check up on them,
and to just kind of go cold turkey,
otherwise it's like drip feeding yourself poison.