So I’m chillin’/But I must admit, I’m kind of mad/Ain’t every day you find one like that/Beautiful body with a brain to match/Make a fella start feeling attached
from Congratulations lyrics by Ne-Yo
An odd way to end an already bizarre album, falling off a cliff and letting the credits roll. The beat waltzes in coated in nostalgia, leaving this boggy feeling like you had just wasted an hour of your life watching paint drying. Even Ne-Yo sounds confused, lost in a fog of blurry dementia.
