If you’re only as good as the company you keep/Then Imma blame you for what they say about me/When I was by myself, I was fast asleep/But since you came around, I’ve been up for weeks
Rolling with the punches, the Holyfield of R&B decides that throwing people under the bus is a good idea for an album. It’s a telling gesture from an artist whose career can be summed up in one word: foul. The silky touches do little to soften the mood and make the whole thing wreak like cheapĀ cologne.