Here we go again, it’s the game we love/Sheets all over the floor and they laced with drugs/You ain’t play your cards right, you had the Ace of Clubs/Hit you with the Ace of Spade, in your face, and shrugged/Blood drippin’ out your arm on my Asian rugs
from The Crying Game lyrics by Nicki Minaj
Only moments in and her weak rhyme pattern is driving the album into the ground. The lack of variation dilutes the emotion and makes what is supposed to be heartfelt and meaningful, dull and redundant. Jessie Ware‘s dramatics only makes matters worse, adding gouda to an already cheesy product.
