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How to enjoy Chris Brown's music and still hate Chris Brown

So I was a-sittin here,

listening to some Chris Brown jams 

bein all like, how can I like this music

when I know he be beatin up on bitches

For real man, turn that girl into a 

blue and purple freak (Boy you a MESS)


And I realized that it's okay to like his music 

BE

CA

USE


He's not the one solely responsible for it. it's POP music. He doesn't write it. Other people make it and sell it and he sings it, he is a VESSEL for it. 

So it's fine. He's a dick. You can still enjoy the music because it's not technically his. 

I mean...yeah it makes HIM money...

but whatever, you're an american right?

God bless that Levi's flag. 

Now, give me that lovey-dovey 

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