You and Dirk had been dating for about a year now, almost a year and a half, but who’s counting?

Today was the hottest day of the summer, perfect for Dirk to drop some hot and sick rhymes, but you were just laying in bed trying to beat the heat.

He was trying to write some lyrics, but couldn’t think of anything, so he looked over at you and tapped your leg.

“Hey, babe, can you gimmie something that rhymes with ‘Autopilot swag, I don’t break, I fracture’?”