Dear Jeremih

Dog, your mohawk having ass would come out with some crap like this. Seriously, what's up with R&B today, that a singer can come out with a catchy, snesual, "Baby-Makin' Mix"-suitable song, and then re-up with something like this. I know you can sing, but that's no excuse for a sub-par second single, especially with Birthday Sex, and the Fabolous feature as your other credits. I feel like you tried too hard to get at the fellas (PAUSE) with this one, but didn't realize that niggas have hip-hop and their own ignorance to look to if they want cars, clothes, and hoes. Not only that, but the whole ostentatious R&B genre is pretty much full, with Trey Songz and the Dream putting out bangers. Seriously, Jeremih (who named you??) you have to come harder than that. Save the niggadry for the rappers and make an R&B album, not a mixtape with a hot single and 12 filler songs...