Guilty Pleasures: Rae Sremmurd, ‘No Type’

We all have guilty pleasures, those songs that have no business on our iPods or the tracks we only blast with the windows rolled all the way up in our rides. In this column we share our darkest musical secrets.

“I used to be with it, but then they changed what it was. Now what I’m with isn’t it, and what’s it seems weird and scary to me.” – Abe “Grandpa” Simpson

Who says there isn’t wisdom in cartoons?

When I first heard this track from those Rae Sremmurd children a few weeks back, I was left was so many questions: Where are their parents? Why do they dance like they’re stomping roaches? And what in the world are they saying?

I assume Cherie Fields at least knows the answer to that last question. She shamefully admits that this track is her guilty pleasure. But keep your head up, playa, I’m sure these guys would be proud to know they have fans who can legally drink. It helps you cope with their music.

What’s your guilty pleasure? Email soulinstereoblog@gmail.com, hit me up on Twitter @etbowser, or stop by the comments section and share your guilty pleasures. Leave a sentence or two and I’ll share your selection in a future column.