What do you expect now?/Only thing left is the sex now/Cause baby, too vexed now/Only see me on the TV or the bed now
He’s bickering with his lady yet again, this time complaining about her constant need for attention. He busts out into song in response and hits a falsetto that makes the whole thing read like a poorly written comic book. The beat is spacious and minimal and doesn’t get in the way. But it also has no presence or personality, a composition that is instantly forgettable.