When I heard R. Kelly’s new album features a song called “Be My Number 2,” I shrieked with glee.
“Tell me he’s serenading his turds,” I thought. “‘Cause I could be all over that shit.”
Homeboy is crazy.
But it turns out he’s just singing about having a woman on the side. Meh. Boring.
Unlike most of his music, this song isn’t as bad as it is good.
Or am I full of it?
