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15-02-2025 01:41 GMT
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Coolidge
"Mill"
Hip Hop
My baby’s baby walked in the room late last night while I was doing my sexercise.
Wait wait wait, hold on. Let’s start again, that’s too strong. I know you weren’t expecting that… Let’s start over.
The title of this article is “The World is Yours”. If you are not familiar with the SRL Writers Room, that’s how we do things around here. There are two titles – one inside the page and one outside the page above the address bar. Sometimes they are both the same and other times they are different. If you don’t understand why, you will soon, hopefully.
Okay, let's start now.
When I walked into the office this morning there was total silence. I paused to look around and everyone immediately looked away and pretended they were working hard or looking for something. Some even started whistling for no reason and cleaning things that didn't look like they ever needed to be cleaned. As I walked along I heard whispers and some chuckles but thought nothing of it. It got even quieter. I put my head down and started to walk faster, wondering if they knew. I bumped into someone, or should I say something - well two actually, it was a pair. It was my boss, I bumped into her chest. Yes, she’s huge, with breasts so big they annoy me sometimes. She said to me furiously as she walked away: “hey, look where you’re going Mr. Bruce Willis. I thought to myself “Bruce Willis?”
As I continued to walk I heard someone in the distance say “hey look, it’s Bruce Bruce” and then they had a good laugh together. I stopped at my secretary’s desk to pick up letters and, with a big grin on her face she said: “Hey Donald”, and winked twice as she handed me my letters. I gasped deeply inside as I thought to myself: “they know”. I put my head down in shame, rushed into my office and closed all the blinds. I haven’t come out since.
It’s me “The Ideas Guy”, by the way. If you haven’t read my article “How to Turn Water to Wine” on SRL News, you’d better head over there after this, it’s going viral. [Here’s a link]
I know you’re wondering what all that name calling when I got into the office was about, so I’ll explain. Don’t worry, we’ll get down to the music review shortly. And I promise you, you’re gonna LOVE it.
Okay, so let me explain.
My baby’s baby walked in the room late last night while I was doing my sexercise. I was so furious because my cheeks were totally exposed and it wasn’t the good side. Apparently she had run out of milk and needed a refill. She stormed out madder than me, crying, yelling “mummy, you said I couldn’t do that anymore, why is HE doing it?”
I was so embarrassed because I’m lactose intolerant so I never do that, I don’t know what came over me. Later that night, I got up to have a little weewee but I couldn’t find a towel so I grabbed whatever I could find lying around, wrapped it around my waist and dashed to the bathroom. Just as I was about to start going, I heard loud footsteps coming down the hallway. Who could that be? Everyone was asleep. I tried to stop going but I had already started. I panicked as the footsteps drew closer and closer, louder and louder. I squeezed my bladder harder in a bid to finish quicker but it just kept coming. I looked backwards over my shoulder repeatedly as the footsteps drew closer, utterly terrified. Eventually it was too late. There was a huge thump and the door swung open. It was HER. And she was FURIOUS. I had finished so I quickly looked down to tuck my little buddy away. He's not little, that's just what I call him. I suddenly noticed that the pink warm fuzzy item of clothing I had picked up and tied around my waist wasn’t one of my girlfriend’s sweaters or lady things – it was her daughter’s favourite Donald Duck sweater. I knew I was in trouble. She charged at me waving her Barbie in the air like a crazy person that had just escaped from the asylum. I didn’t know what to make of it. She looked so scary and angry. I was still very tipsy so I panicked. I screamed like a little girl and covered my face with both palms in a defensive position. She stopped suddenly. Then she did the fiercest, most sinister and malicious thing anyone could ever do in that situation – she reached for her sweater... and then... she zipped it up really hard - all the way to the top. And then skipped away like a sissy with a bag of dicks. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrghhhhh” I yelled out in agony as I looked down, terrified. My little buddy was hanging out helplessly, choking. It burned! So I screamed out “Aaaaaarrrrghhhh, it burns! It burns!”
My girlfriend woke up, the nanny came running. All the neighbours woke up and were banging on the door. Within minutes more than ten people had poured in as I lay on the bathroom floor helplessly, wearing nothing but a toddler’s really tiny Donald Duck sweater around my waste, with my little buddy hanging out for everyone to see as I struggled to cover it – the neighbours, the ambulance crew, two firemen for some reason, a police man, the guy at the concierge, the elevator operator, my girlfriend, and the nanny. We soon discovered that what we feared wasn’t actually the case. Yes, she had zipped the sweater all the way up to the top, but contrary to her evil intentions (which was what I had been reacting to), she had only managed to catch a few of hairs in the zipper, not my buddy - I was looking at it upside down. I had been so scared that I panicked and assumed the worst, and even felt the pain as if the worst had already happened. I felt so silly. Everyone laughed at me as the room emptied, shaking their heads as they left. My girlfriend thought it was so funny, and apparently she has told everybody. To cut a long story short, that was what led to the nicknames earlier on when I walked into the office. "Bruised Willis" (in reference to the actor Bruce Willis), "Bruce Bruised" (in reference to the comedian Bruce Bruce), Willie Wanker(in reference to Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, insinuating that I might have been "spanking my monkey" when the incident occured), and Donald (because I was wearing a toddler’s Donald Duck sweater). I’m sure there are more coming so I’m bracing myself.
Phew! The whole thing has been weighing on me heavy all morning, I really needed to tell somebody. I’m so glad I did. Thanks for listening, I feel so much better now. Okay let’s get down to the music review that you and I both are here for. You’re gonna love this one I promise.
Drevo Coolidge, an up-and-coming independent hip-hop artist who needs no introduction, released his latest track, “Mill,” on February 14, 2025. Following in the footsteps of most of his previous releases, the track offers an exciting burst of energy that is guaranteed to hit the sweet spot of hip hop fans looking for something true and real. Boasting an exhilarating blend of groovy beats, empowered lyrics, and a sense of unrelenting drive, it has the potential to captivate listeners from all walks of life in ways only a few of the very best hip hop artists can. From the very first notes, it’s clear that "Mill" is all about pushing boundaries, making moves, and embracing the pursuit of wealth and success. The song's beat is vibrant, steady, and relentlessly catchy. It strikes that perfect balance between high-energy exhilaration and a smooth, rhythmic groove that hooks you immediately. But it’s not just about the beat; the musical composition also features a subtle yet commanding piano, which injects the track with a sophisticated flair. The piano doesn’t overwhelm the sound but rather complements the dynamic production, giving the song a nuanced layer that balances out the upbeat tempo. It feels innovative yet ever so familiar. Lyrically, “Mill” is a song for dreamers and hustlers alike. Coolidge is clearly no stranger to the grind, and his words echo the spirit of ambition that drives not just hip-hop artists, but anyone with their eyes on the prize.
Well what are you waiting for? Hit the play button already and share this with everyone you love.
Have an amazing day, and remember to always remember that the world is yours, and everything inside it.
Now go on out there and be somebody.
Explicit.
For music licensing inquiries, hip hop promotion, artist/band bookings or general Artists And Repertoire (A&R) inquiries please contact the hip hop PR team at music-pr@srlnetworks.com
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Hip Hop
My baby’s baby walked in the room late last night while I was doing my sexercise.
Wait wait wait, hold on. Let’s start again, that’s too strong. I know you weren’t expecting that… Let’s start over.
The title of this article is “The World is Yours”. If you are not familiar with the SRL Writers Room, that’s how we do things around here. There are two titles – one inside the page and one outside the page above the address bar. Sometimes they are both the same and other times they are different. If you don’t understand why, you will soon, hopefully.
Okay, let's start now.
When I walked into the office this morning there was total silence. I paused to look around and everyone immediately looked away and pretended they were working hard or looking for something. Some even started whistling for no reason and cleaning things that didn't look like they ever needed to be cleaned. As I walked along I heard whispers and some chuckles but thought nothing of it. It got even quieter. I put my head down and started to walk faster, wondering if they knew. I bumped into someone, or should I say something - well two actually, it was a pair. It was my boss, I bumped into her chest. Yes, she’s huge, with breasts so big they annoy me sometimes. She said to me furiously as she walked away: “hey, look where you’re going Mr. Bruce Willis. I thought to myself “Bruce Willis?”
As I continued to walk I heard someone in the distance say “hey look, it’s Bruce Bruce” and then they had a good laugh together. I stopped at my secretary’s desk to pick up letters and, with a big grin on her face she said: “Hey Donald”, and winked twice as she handed me my letters. I gasped deeply inside as I thought to myself: “they know”. I put my head down in shame, rushed into my office and closed all the blinds. I haven’t come out since.
It’s me “The Ideas Guy”, by the way. If you haven’t read my article “How to Turn Water to Wine” on SRL News, you’d better head over there after this, it’s going viral. [Here’s a link]
I know you’re wondering what all that name calling when I got into the office was about, so I’ll explain. Don’t worry, we’ll get down to the music review shortly. And I promise you, you’re gonna LOVE it.
Okay, so let me explain.
My baby’s baby walked in the room late last night while I was doing my sexercise. I was so furious because my cheeks were totally exposed and it wasn’t the good side. Apparently she had run out of milk and needed a refill. She stormed out madder than me, crying, yelling “mummy, you said I couldn’t do that anymore, why is HE doing it?”
I was so embarrassed because I’m lactose intolerant so I never do that, I don’t know what came over me. Later that night, I got up to have a little weewee but I couldn’t find a towel so I grabbed whatever I could find lying around, wrapped it around my waist and dashed to the bathroom. Just as I was about to start going, I heard loud footsteps coming down the hallway. Who could that be? Everyone was asleep. I tried to stop going but I had already started. I panicked as the footsteps drew closer and closer, louder and louder. I squeezed my bladder harder in a bid to finish quicker but it just kept coming. I looked backwards over my shoulder repeatedly as the footsteps drew closer, utterly terrified. Eventually it was too late. There was a huge thump and the door swung open. It was HER. And she was FURIOUS. I had finished so I quickly looked down to tuck my little buddy away. He's not little, that's just what I call him. I suddenly noticed that the pink warm fuzzy item of clothing I had picked up and tied around my waist wasn’t one of my girlfriend’s sweaters or lady things – it was her daughter’s favourite Donald Duck sweater. I knew I was in trouble. She charged at me waving her Barbie in the air like a crazy person that had just escaped from the asylum. I didn’t know what to make of it. She looked so scary and angry. I was still very tipsy so I panicked. I screamed like a little girl and covered my face with both palms in a defensive position. She stopped suddenly. Then she did the fiercest, most sinister and malicious thing anyone could ever do in that situation – she reached for her sweater... and then... she zipped it up really hard - all the way to the top. And then skipped away like a sissy with a bag of dicks. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrghhhhh” I yelled out in agony as I looked down, terrified. My little buddy was hanging out helplessly, choking. It burned! So I screamed out “Aaaaaarrrrghhhh, it burns! It burns!”
My girlfriend woke up, the nanny came running. All the neighbours woke up and were banging on the door. Within minutes more than ten people had poured in as I lay on the bathroom floor helplessly, wearing nothing but a toddler’s really tiny Donald Duck sweater around my waste, with my little buddy hanging out for everyone to see as I struggled to cover it – the neighbours, the ambulance crew, two firemen for some reason, a police man, the guy at the concierge, the elevator operator, my girlfriend, and the nanny. We soon discovered that what we feared wasn’t actually the case. Yes, she had zipped the sweater all the way up to the top, but contrary to her evil intentions (which was what I had been reacting to), she had only managed to catch a few of hairs in the zipper, not my buddy - I was looking at it upside down. I had been so scared that I panicked and assumed the worst, and even felt the pain as if the worst had already happened. I felt so silly. Everyone laughed at me as the room emptied, shaking their heads as they left. My girlfriend thought it was so funny, and apparently she has told everybody. To cut a long story short, that was what led to the nicknames earlier on when I walked into the office. "Bruised Willis" (in reference to the actor Bruce Willis), "Bruce Bruised" (in reference to the comedian Bruce Bruce), Willie Wanker(in reference to Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, insinuating that I might have been "spanking my monkey" when the incident occured), and Donald (because I was wearing a toddler’s Donald Duck sweater). I’m sure there are more coming so I’m bracing myself.
Phew! The whole thing has been weighing on me heavy all morning, I really needed to tell somebody. I’m so glad I did. Thanks for listening, I feel so much better now. Okay let’s get down to the music review that you and I both are here for. You’re gonna love this one I promise.
Drevo Coolidge, an up-and-coming independent hip-hop artist who needs no introduction, released his latest track, “Mill,” on February 14, 2025. Following in the footsteps of most of his previous releases, the track offers an exciting burst of energy that is guaranteed to hit the sweet spot of hip hop fans looking for something true and real. Boasting an exhilarating blend of groovy beats, empowered lyrics, and a sense of unrelenting drive, it has the potential to captivate listeners from all walks of life in ways only a few of the very best hip hop artists can. From the very first notes, it’s clear that "Mill" is all about pushing boundaries, making moves, and embracing the pursuit of wealth and success. The song's beat is vibrant, steady, and relentlessly catchy. It strikes that perfect balance between high-energy exhilaration and a smooth, rhythmic groove that hooks you immediately. But it’s not just about the beat; the musical composition also features a subtle yet commanding piano, which injects the track with a sophisticated flair. The piano doesn’t overwhelm the sound but rather complements the dynamic production, giving the song a nuanced layer that balances out the upbeat tempo. It feels innovative yet ever so familiar. Lyrically, “Mill” is a song for dreamers and hustlers alike. Coolidge is clearly no stranger to the grind, and his words echo the spirit of ambition that drives not just hip-hop artists, but anyone with their eyes on the prize.
Well what are you waiting for? Hit the play button already and share this with everyone you love.
Have an amazing day, and remember to always remember that the world is yours, and everything inside it.
Now go on out there and be somebody.
Explicit.
For music licensing inquiries, hip hop promotion, artist/band bookings or general Artists And Repertoire (A&R) inquiries please contact the hip hop PR team at music-pr@srlnetworks.com
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