After a six-year hiatus, T-Pain returns with his much anticipated fifth album Oblivion; a project that affirms what the pop world has known all along: that he’s a bona fide hit maker. Known by many as the one who introduced auto-tune to the masses, T-Pain fathered an entire style; a practice that is still emulated today. Sadly and inexplicably he was mocked for it, by and large looked at as a novelty. It sent him into a depression, and not until the past few years has he been confident enough to come out and talk about it. He was a living legend who was treated like a punchline.

Oblivion is not a confessional or a tell-all. There are moments where he touches upon what he went through during those dark days, but more than anything it’s a return to what he does best, which is entertain. The beats are classic T-Pain, thick booty bass and cheeky melodies; party jams that allow his bombastic personality to shine. It was a long time coming, and while it may disappoint those who wanted something more revealing, it is exactly what T-Pain himself wanted from the experience — an opportunity to let loose and have fun again.

Who Died

The prodigal son returns, and he’s taken aback by the vastly different landscape. The jovial nature of old T-Pain is gone, and in his place is a man on fire. He’s offended by those who’ve forgotten what he’s done for the game, the people who think that he is yesterday’s news. The time has come and he’s looking to reassert himself and take his rightful place at the throne. A champion comes home: [LISTEN]

Classic You

Taking time out of his comeback tour to thank his lady. She’s his loyal co-pilot, the one who stood by him when no one else would. In honor of her he’s standing a top a crisp beat, and proclaiming his undying love. The commitment between the two is classic and nothing will stop them from riding it out until the end. Chris Brown is an unnecessary addition, a sloppy presence that soils the vibe: [LISTEN]

Straight

Wealth and power are still at his fingertips and he’s showing the world that nothing has changed. For those who don’t have a clue he’s taking the time out to set the record straight. The beat is coated with a thick lacquer, one full of revenge and malice. The time off has given him time to reflect and recharge his battery. Now that he’s refreshed he’s ready to take on the world once more: [LISTEN]

That’s How it Go

Pulling from the oft sampled Lafayette Afro Rock Band’s “Darkest Light,” T-Pain unleashes a torrent of hate on his naysayers. He’s pregnant with vengeance and looking to incinerate all the critics who have written him off. The bass hits the ear drum like thunder, rumbling throughout the landscape with an ominous roar. The auto-tune is in full effect, and he’s in the club looking to swipe your girl: [LISTEN]

No Rush

The awkwardly placed fist-bumping beat has him reiterating tired standards, derailing his comeback to appease the Top-40 bloodhounds. His lady is a tomcat on the prowl and he’s a tactless jerk, but together they make a formidable duo. He’s praising their relationship and running with it until the wheels fall of. It’s a wild ride full of twists and turns, and he wouldn’t have it any other way: [LISTEN]

Pu$$y on the Phone

T-Pain takes time out of his day to discuss the merits of sexting. It’s modern day foreplay and a way for him to gear up for a night of wild, uninhibited sex. He’s jumping off the top rope in anticipation, ready to conquer his lady with a 1-2-3 count. The beat, however, is dry and uninspiring. It’s a goofy premise, but instead of letting the humor shine he takes it down the sleazy pimp route: [LISTEN]

Textin’ My Ex

Drunk on Patron and a reeling imagination has T-Pain wondering if he should text his ex. He’s at a crossroads, knowing that if he dangles the bait and she doesn’t bite it could look real bad. Still, the liquor is in his blood and he’s feeling both frisky and courageous. Tiffany Evans plays the Ex, and scolds him for reaching out. She’s got a man and he’s got a woman. But interest has been piqued: [LISTEN]

May I

The beat has T-Pain hobnobbing with the glitterati, a clean and sophisticated canvas for him to paint on. There is a Funkadelic vibe that has him spreading his wings, embracing a creative flux that stretches beyond sticky r&b-isms. It’s an audible martini, and exactly what he needs to start moving in another direction. The new digs suit him well and deserve to be explored in depth: [LISTEN]

I Told My Girl

The beat is vintage T-Pain, a dark carnival with a touch of surreal. He’s in full on mack mode and like a seasoned salesman trying to negotiate a threesome. The first selling point is the obscene wealth he’s accumulated over the years. He’s got the house, the money and the jewelry; all the qualities to bring two of his favorite ladies together. The ice is twinkling, attracting bees like honey: [LISTEN]

She Needed Me

An opulent beat brings out his sensitive side. He’s taking time out to express his appreciation for his love, and how the rules of the game don’t apply to her. This isn’t one of his side chicks, but rather his main squeeze who was there when no one else was; the type of woman who doesn’t give a damn about the fame. He’s indebted to her and is aware of how he took her for granted. A revelation: [LISTEN]

Your Friend

A message to all the ladies out there looking to tie him down, he’s not having any of it. In fact he’s making a concerted effort to get as many women as possible regardless of friendships and allegiances. He’s not mincing words, driving to the bucket like Russell Westbrook. The beat is thin and drenched in bass, which is exactly what he’s looking for. A clean landscape to do his dirty work: [LISTEN]

Cee Cee from DC

With a lithe beat at his back, T-Pain tips his cap to DC’s go-go scene. He’s thinking of one girl in particular, a fly honey who knows how to move her body just right. It’s full of summer time hijinks, a clean homage that has him feeling open and free-spirited. DC-native Wale adds his touch, giving the jam a dose of hometown flavor. A stellar mix of hype rap and playful r&b: [LISTEN]

Goal Line

Low down rap from Blac Youngsta has T-Pain resorting to bush league lyricism. Even by pop standards it’s a level of boorishness that doesn’t do him any justice. It’s too juvenile a style for him to keep up with, and has him sounding old and dated. The beat is standard for someone of Black Younsta’s pedigree and it soils the vibe with unnecessary ranting. False bravado that cramps T-Pain’s style: [LISTEN]

2 Fine

T-Pain commissions fellow crooner Ty Doll $ign to help seduce the masses. Once again the beat is minimal, leaving enough room for both personalities to shine. They compliment each other’s style well; T-Pain is unhinged and bombastic while Ty is slow and meticulous. As a unit they take over the landscape in a thunder and lightening effort, an audible panty raid that has both salivating: [LISTEN]

That Comeback

T-Pain is so smitten by his lady that he’s accusing her of black magic. It’s voodoo and he doesn’t know how to free himself from her vice-like grip. Part of him enjoys being spellbound, but he needs to be free in order to sow his wild oats. With no options, he calls Ne-Yo for backup who can’t do much because he’s caught in the same predicament. It’s a catch-22 that both don’t mind being in: [LISTEN]

Second Chance (Don’t Back Down)

The gentle piano marks the close of his comeback effort. As expected he divulges some of the things that have weighed heavy on his mind, and thus kept him out of the spotlight. He’s been accused of mayhem and murder, and called all sorts of names in the process. It was enough to send him into exile and now that he’s back he’s explaining to the masses that everyone deserves a second chance: [LISTEN]