it’s not often that i find myself drawn to an r&b or rap or hip-hop song. nothing against the genres, but i usually don’t relate. i don’t dig. every so often, however, beats or lyrics or voices will come along and tear me to pieces.
timbaland injects an addictive beat into resonant lyrics sung by an addictively pained voice. and what amazes me even more is that this song, clearly formulaic in its composition and destined for chart success and almost impersonal in its popularity, is still that good. maybe it’s comforting that a multi-millionaire is experiencing the pain of the masses. maybe not. either way, i’m hooked.