ooh baby i love yr way

yo, because i was born in 1847 and have no fucking idea how to either post mp3s or work the VCR, our mans and nem, quick-witted and totally offering to hook me up with Freeway!, has graciously posted my future husband Ne-Yo’s “The Plan,” link above, for your listening enjoyment. The song is basically like, “We are going to meet at the club, take it to the house like Trick and Trina, ‘hang with the Dolphins,’ then go back to the club.” That is the plan. His hook? He has a “cleaner whip” than all those other dudes. Muy importante, you do not want to be stepping on trash when you get into the whip, cause you are a lady. “Head game insane.” Nope, ain’t nothin wrong with a little bump and grind. The erotic power play is incredibly nuanced, subtle, and it has 85% to do with Ne-Yo’s delivery. The same words from the mouth of a lesser talent might sound trashier, or imply a singular interest in the dude’s own desires–it’s like Ne-Yo makes space for mutuality, even while taking the reigns.
Once again, the natural dirty intent is such great counter-sentiment to the previously determined MR AMERICA dude has straight franchised. I mean, this a fellow who wrote a song about how, when his girl asks him to make it official, he is going to be “the happiest man in the world.” next to ne-yo, even anthony hamilton, and ginuwine at his most wedding-reception’d sound kinda like half-steppers. Ne-Yo sounds like he knows having it on lock now doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll have it on lock tomorrow. And that’s hot.