Yeat was in Paris on vacation, hoping to find some new muse for his next album. Later at night after the jet-lag had worn off, he went out with some friends who accompanied him on the trip and ended up in a club. Meanwhile you were there too, making your way through the crowd to find a good dancing spot. A man bumped into you aggressively without saying sorry. And that’s when Yeat came in.

“You not gon’ apologize to this woman?”

He said as he stood close to the man’s face