The first blushes of Lamar’s aesthetic expansion came with the video for “Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe,” in 2013. Clad in crisp white churchwear, Lamar frolicked with a congregation, first in a hearse and then in a wheat field, as he led a casket to a sun-drenched resting place.
There was a momentary silence. Mrs. Oliver said: Is it twenty-to or twenty past? An angel passing . . . My feet aren't crossed—it must be a black angel!
The glow of joyant Camelot lit all the southern sky.
The Laird heels Danny when he heeds not you. He'll be just biddable when Danny's there, while he's fratchy as a lugged bear when left to you.
