Yeah yeah, I know I know. I’m great. Stahhp it.
But listen, I wanted to reach out because I feel like you need some support. It seems like you have hit that awkward teen stage in life where you lose all sense of your pre-pubescent roots, and now your grasping for friendly hands as you drown in your own errors.
Like many teen starlets who started out at a young age, you’re traveling down a very dangerous road and the world is watching as you’re on your way to becoming yesterday’s garbage-y news.
I need you to understand, you’re not the same person you used to be, and I’m not sure what happened between you and Usher but first thing is first, you gotta get that man back in your corner.
That Scooter guy you have walking around with you is clearly not doing his job. Look, do you remember when you first started out?
You had so much promise. You had your very indelible vocal abilities and your hair was everything girls wanted atop their boyfriends head when they met up with them after first period in senior hallway.
You were young, blossoming and about to embark on the world of fame, but you got thrust into it way to hard. Touring must be difficult for such an attractive guy, and I feel you on that front, what with the bags under your eyes and then trying to maintain such juvenile and boyish looks.
We are basically in the same boat there buddy.
Take a look at your earlier work though…
In ‘Bigger’ on your debut album, you spoke about how the haterz look small to you because you are bigger than they are, and your love was bigger than them.
Your maturity was flourishing. It was almost like an adult had written that song and you performed it…
…which we know isn’t the case since the music industry is filled with people who write their own music and don’t sell out to larger record labels to only put out glittery shit-storms of poppy goodness.
I mean you had lyrical genius back then! Remember ‘One Time’? It’s probably been a while since you sang it live but you showed off your basic math skills to us repeating ‘you plus me’ over and over…
To tell a girl that her world is your world, and that your heart is her heart?! That’s some shit people usually save for marriage.
Biebs, even I don’t have that lesson figured out.
Then you dropped some gems like ‘One Less Lonely Girl’ which assisted in building, and populating your fan base. Honestly if having young girls following you around and exploiting the fact that they all believe every word you speak is meant for them is wrong, then I wouldn’t want to be right.
Even ‘Baby’, oh dear god, I think even I looked at you with a glimmer in my eye.
It was a masterpiece, and your dance skills finally came to the surface in the magic video. You even got Luda on the track!
And lest we forget Selena!
You landed the most age appropriate and gorgeous teen star that hadn’t become a meth-addicted cat lady yet. Have you SEEN her lately!? She is fine as hell! And you gave that up?!
She could have like, anyone in the universe, and you took a pass on it after a year or so of dating?!
She’s doing great for herself too! ‘Come and Get it’ was like a summer anthem for me thanks to an overly obsessed ex that insisted it was the only thing we listened to while we were making out.
Do you know who the world has seen you running around with since the break up?!
Not even the cool one, Willow!
He told kids they should drop out of school Justin! What kind of example is that to set when a revolution is in your hands? (Side note: if y’all are still close, give him a swift kick in the nuts for the travesty that was the ‘Karate Kid’ remake)
Look something went terribly wrong man, and I know what happened.
You cut your fucking hair.
No but really, hear me out!
That was all it took, and then you began your spiral. From my point of view, here is what I saw happen:
You started REALLY young and you were good at what you did, and then puberty hit, you styled your hair differently and you gained the classic child star confidence that my exes all seem to gain after they leave me.
Nothing phases you and you’re out to prove to the world that you’re the best there is.
Your balls dropped and there was a legitimate crisis in the universe about whether or not you were going to be able to pull things off with a deeper voice. And you did! But then you got some tats.
Justin, tattoos are in fact cool, and they should be really meaningful too. But like, look at some of the things you’ve permanently put on your body…
What do they mean Justin? And why would you get a king jerking off in front of a castle? That doesn’t even make sense…
Then you started becoming this angry ball of fire that I just didn’t know anymore. Do you remember the time you threatened the paparazzi in your car?
You used the f-word.
I lost some respect for you that day man.
And from what I gather so did Selena, because before we knew it the two of you had separated and she was back on the market. I’m sorry I sent her so many letters pleading with her to love me and telling her I would treat her right, I just got caught up in the moment.
We’re still cool right?
Then you stopped wearing the purple and black combo, the largest error in my opinion. You switched to wearing all these really dumb ridiculous clothes that don’t even make sense to look at.
Sometimes you just didn’t wear clothes.
Then your new album drops and it is just filled with poop Justin. Your voice is so good and you are doing songs with Nicki Minaj?! That’s like Justin Timberlake doing a duet with Taylor Swift.
It’s poop Justin. You have to utilize your powerful voice again, you can’t just go around singing about heartbreak from a relationship you yourself ended.
And you tried to come up with a catch phrase but it didn’t even pan out for you! WTF is ‘Swaggy’ Justin?!
Lil Jon had ‘Yeah’ and ‘Okay’.
DMX just used to growl and bark at his listeners.
…but even so they both worked out for them.
‘Swaggy’ sounds like a combination of sweaty and saggy and neither of those are words people want to think about when listening to your performances.
Try harder Justin.
Then you started getting in trouble with the law and all hell broke loose. You were speeding around residential neighborhoods, putting children’s lives at risk, and pissing off your neighbors.
Justin do you know how to be a neighbor? I live next to a sassy elderly woman who gives me vegetables from her garden to make soup. The other side is a house filled with teenage drug dealers, but they leave me alone and only contact me to notify me that there is a chicken loose in my back yard and they are dispatching search and rescue teams.
They’re not jerks though. They’re nice people. It’s something you need to work on.
But recently you’ve become a monster. DUI? Drugs?
Your drinking the syzzurp Justin?
Do you know who drinks the syzzurp Justin…?
Do you know who takes him seriously Justin?
Nobody takes Lil’ Wayne seriously.
Everything you’re doing is super negligent and irresponsible. I even read that you called a young fan a ‘beached whale’. Have you seen ‘Blackfish’?! Whales have enough problems to deal with, without having to worry about you using their name to cut a young girl down and make her feel like garbage.
You’ve become hardened Justin, and today I read that you were arrested in Toronto for an assault on a limo driver.
What did he do Justin?
Did he make a wrong turn?
Did you arrive late to an event you were going to bitch about being noticed at anyway?
Did he not chill the bottle of Crystal you aren’t even legally able to drink yet?
…did he call you out on your bullshit?
I’m not a hater JB, but right now you need some tough love.
What you need is a game plan to get back to where you were a few years ago. Here’s what I’ve come up with for you:
1. Deal with all your legal hooplah. It shouldn’t be a long or hard process, you have a lot of money, and your pretty face wouldn’t last a night in jail without getting passed around more than a football in an NFL game. No judge is going to put that tight little…
… complexion of yours in danger.
2. Let your hair grow out a little. Like, a medium length. Or shave it. You need to find out who your true friends are, and there is no better way to learn that than by fucking with one of the main reasons your famous.
3. Stop putting out songs with terrible artists.
(Not you BIG SEAN, ‘Dance A$$’ is an anthem for me)
Sean Kingston? Eenie-Meenie-Miney-Mo-Lover? Really?
Also, I’m not sure what you were thinking, but I’m pretty sure I speak for the rest of the world when I point out that collaborating on a song with Chris Brown about love and what a woman means to you kind of speaks for itself nowadays…
From now on do it on your own or only pick from this list:
Remember, you want to stay relevant. I know it’s in the works but really, cancel your collab with Limp Bizkit.
Classy. As. Fuck.
4. Dress like a good person. You wanna know who is relevant in the minds located in women’s pants?
5. Stop breaking the law.
Don’t drive like an asshole, we have enough non celebrity humans in the world to do that. Obey traffic laws, and don’t be a shit head behind the wheel.
Drugs are dumb, but weed will be legal in like two years anyway prob so can’t you just wait instead of going on blunt cruises and bong-rip road-trips?
Stop spitting on, yelling at, insulting or laying hands on…well anyone. It’s not becoming and you look like a super huge douchebag. There are a lot of normal people out here that can handle stardom better than you are so use common sense and stop being so mean all the time dude.
6. Stop making movies about your life to stardom. If people want to see you perform they’ll buy a ticket to your show. If they want to see pre-fame Bieber, it’s on YouTube. There are so many other celebrities the world would prefer to know the history of, so pump the breaks and stick to walk on roles in like really terrible parody movies.
That’s what dying talent does nowadays.
Okay? Do you understand Justin?
Please, on behalf of the world, and your fan base alike…
Stop being shitty.
Fondly but realistically, your probably number 678 fan,
P.S. Start writing your own songs. ‘Beauty an the Beat’ is horse shit and for you to be able to party like it’s 3012, you want to party like you’re dead. Is basic math man.
Also Nicki Minaj is obnoxious. Common sense bud.