As a precursor to R. Acquittal notwithstanding, Kelly has spent the past seven years as one of pop's most polarizing figures, surprisingly incapable of stunting his unpredictable creative output, especially in the looming shadow of enough legal paperwork to silence, or perhaps ruin, any other public figure of equal or greater standing. But maybe that's why we've stuck with Kelly, and despite the hollow catharsis exhibited on 's gospel offering, U Saved Me , the records he has released since his indictment have managed to remain as raunchy, bizarre, and enjoyable as anything else in their respective orbits. So it's a relief that it's back to business with The Demo Tape , most notable on the Kelly-assisted remix of Jeremih's smash "Birthday Sex". It's actually kind of disappointing that Kelly doesn't have owners' rights to this thing, an impossibly silky headboard thumper that has Kelly's brand of funny, knuckleheaded horndoggedness written all over it. Mike Schultz's production is quite masterful in its own right, with its bongo raps and celestial twinkles reserved only for lap dances in zero gravity.
Birthday Sex (Remix) Lyrics by Jeremih - Lyrics On Demand
It is the lead single from his debut studio album , Jeremih The single has been certified 3x Platinum. Jeremih wrote and recorded "Birthday Sex" in September , initially calling it "Birthday Text" but later revising the name. He thought that "someone would've written a song like that already—one that caters to females on their day". To where I feel it's gonna be a timeless record that'll still be played YEARS from now — simply because it's become a new birthday anthem!
Birthday Sex (iSouth Remix)
Birthday sex Birthday sex Birthday sex It's yo birthday, so I know you want to ride out Even if we only go to my house Sip on weezy as we sit upon my couch Feels good, but I know you want to cry out You say you want passion, I think you found it Get ready for action, don't be astounded We switching positions, you feel surrounded Tell me where you want your gift, girl Girl you know I-I-I, Girl you know I-I-I I been feenin, Wake up in the late night Been dreamin bout your loving, girl Girl you know I-I-I, Girl you know I-I-I Don't need candles and cake Just need your body to make Birthday sex Birthday sex See you sexy and them jeans got me on 10 , think I got you pinned Don't tap out, fight until the end Ring that bell, and we gonna start over again We grindin' with passion, 'cause it's your birthday Been at it for hours, I know you thirsty You kiss me so sweetly, taste just like Hershey's Just tell me how you want you gift, girl Girl you know I-I-I, Girl you know I-I-I I been feenin, Wake up in the late night Been dreamin bout your loving, girl Girl you know I-I-I, Girl you know I-I-I Don't need candles and cake Just need your body to make Birthday sex First, I'm gonna take a dive into the water, Deep until I know I pleased that body Or girl without a broom I might just sweep you off your feet And make you wanna tell somebody
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