LEO SZN: A toxic summer sampler

LaGreezy only get excited when the pack touch down

If you're reading this on the day of publishing, we have just over a week left in this 2019 rendition of Leo SZN. As I was slamming black coffee in my underwear this morning, it seemed appropriate put together a playlist of the tracks I kept coming back to this summer, with a focus on my post-July 23 rotation. So I did, and now here we are. There is something particularly cathartic about shouting Gates' lyrics while you are over the stove scrambling that morning's breakfast.

There is a saying among Leos that "it's Leo Season, everybody suffers", well that's not entirely true it was really made up by the homie a couple summer ago and we have been banging that shit like a mantra ever since. However you want to cut it, when a bunch people who are equal parts self-aggrandizing and self-loathing become suddenly even more emboldened for the duration of their astrological season, there is going to be some extremely fuck shit going down. 

Alas, this playlist is as all over the place as my summer has been - starting with a month of full blown capital S Sobriety, giving way to imbibing on sail boats in the San Francisco Bay, and reaching it's zenith with back to back weddings. The first of which was the site of perhaps the first and only silent disco to play Yung Joc's seminal anthem "It's Goin Down", and was replete with fungus, two of everybody's favorite girls, and Funboy. While the latter was mostly inspired by Gerard Depardieu and his grandiose lifestyle. I must repent.

As is a best practice when assembling a list of music, particularly one to soundtrack your friends' long toxic summer, this grouping of songs is dominated and driven by the sounds of Baton Rouge, LA.  Gates, Boosie, and YoungBoy Never Broke again rap, sing, and warble their way through just under half the tracks here. Your guess is as good as mine for how the rest of the playlist came together. Ranging from the wholesome futuristic ballads of Jai Paul, to the harbinger of toxicity that is a Breezy and Dreezy collaboration one thing is for certain: this shit knock.

The penultimate song serves as a mantra for the remainder of Leo Szn, and I would estimate will become a popular refrain among concerned parties: Jesus Forgive Me, I am a Thot. After all, Leo Szn is for a month, but Male Thot Szn is for a lifetime.

There could be something for everybody here, but also wouldn't be surprised if there's nothing for anybody! While I'm sure my writing is trash (one post a year will get your ass every time!),  it's entirely within the realm of possibility that the music is also not very good. What can you do? Only time will tell.

Playlist is below, and while there is somehow something embarrassing and adolescent about being on Spotify (fuck you, Griffin!), I have invested too much time into playlists on the service to change over.