Boy was I wrong!
Brandy…boo…I love you. You are one of my favorite R&B songstresses of all time. The craftmanship that goes into your records is unparalleled in music right now. You have the best background vocals in your catalog of any R&B singer making records.
But this is straight boo boo. I am so mad with you for this.
What the hell. Brandy. What the hell is this. Girl, this is DOO DOO FLAKES. I cannot believe this is your comeback single. Where is the actual song? There is no music. This sounds like some child in Atlanta made this mess in their basement.
I won’t even address Chris Brown.
Wait, yes I will.
Last time I checked there were plenty—actually, an OVERabundance—of rappers looking to make a couple of dollars to spit a few bars on somebody’s track. Since when do we hire C-Breezy as a guest rapper? I’m not saying he was bad, but damn, you paid all that money for Chris Brown and he didn’t even sing? Say what you want about what a horrible human being he is (because make no mistake, he is), the boy has some pipes on him. And you asked him to rap?
That’s like asking Obama to appear at a speaking engagement and then telling him to just hand out pamphlets instead.
Everybody involved in this foolishness needs to be bopped on the back of the head for this.
Also, this single cover:
Did you spend all your money on Chris and had none left over for artwork? Bitch that looks like Draw Something.
Get your life together.
I am not foolinwitchu Ms. Norwood with this trash. Do better. I’m still #TeamBrandy, but I 100% rebuke this in the name of Jesus.
I’ma do like the song says and just put this down.