Wikipedia Explains R&B

Ne-Yo, “So Sick”

Ne-Yo has said he got the idea for the song from an old girlfriend he used to have. He really did like her but he listened to the advice of his friends and wound up cheating on her. They broke up when she found out but shortly after he started repeatedly hearing this song on the radio that she used to love, which was unusual because the song wasn't new and it hadn't had much airplay until that point. Every time he heard the song he was reminded of how he lost his girlfriend and wanted to turn the radio off but he would always keep listening to it because it also reminded him of how much he loved her and all the good times they shared.

Kelis, “Milkshake”

She orders a milkshake and begins to blow bubbles into it (a possible allusion to oral sex). She continues to prance throughout the restaurant and walks into the kitchen, "helping" the chef remove biscuits from the oven as she purposely moves her buttocks (which the biscuits are shaped like) near his face to possibly make him wish to have sex with her, yet he shows no interest in her and she leaves in dismay.

Omarion, “Ice Box”

The video ends with Omarion down on his knees after saying " . . . I'm tired of fighting", and Timbaland rides up in a Phantom and opens the limo door to let Omarion in. Omarion then puts on a pair of glasses, looks at Timbaland and Timbaland taps the girl on the shoulder then they drive away.and everyone is so every sad.

Beyoncé, “Irreplaceable”

For the concept of "replaceability" in logic and mathematics, see Axiom schema of replacement.

Beyoncé was inspired to write "Irreplaceable" by the role she played in the movie adaptation of the broadway musical Dreamgirls. Her character Deena Jones was in a controlling relationship with husband/manager Curtis Taylor Jr. and after filming, Beyoncé went immediately to the studio to release some of the energy and emotions she had kept inside.

The above statement is factually incorrect. According to Ne-Yo, the actual lyrical writer, Beyonce did not write any of the song as he was responsible for all the lyrics.




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