Hello, Florida. Firstly, your name is not “Flo Rida” because that is not a name, your name is Florida. I’d secondly like to thank you for making such moving, interesting and valid music- without you I wouldn’t know that you are a “Wild One”.
Here is the shirtless wonder with his pointless video, showing us all how he likes to hang out with ladies with very large bottoms and very large breasts, and that apparently the fact that you go out drinking, skydiving and on a hovercraft makes you a “wild one”. I’ve got three words for you Florida, The Rolling Stones.
I have absolutely no idea how anyone can put themselves through the aural torture of listening to this dreadful song, and I understand even less what this video is all about. As mentioned in my previous “It Was A Good Day” post, I love some proper ganster rap and this falls so far short of the mark it can’t even see the mark. My Dad is more of a gangster than this over-muscled dipstick, and my Dad does crosswords and wears corduroy trousers.
I also can’t stand the voice of his long haired companion “Sia” on this song, but it’s nice to see she’s challenging herself by wearing tops that show both her stomach and her bosom. I wish someone would have told her in the recording booth that the word is “you” not “yeewwwwooohhhooooooooo”. My friends kitten made that exact noise the last time I accidentally trod on her.
