🎡 Scene · Music Memory
πŸ“Ό 1998 Β· Year 10

THE BOY
IS MINE.

I didn’t rate it when it dropped.

Not even slightly.

Which is mad, really β€” because I was raised on soul. 🎢

Growing up MY MUM HAD THAT
PLAYING CONSTANTLY.

And now? Not even funny.

These days GIVE ME PROPER VOCALS.
A REAL VOICE.
🎀 πŸ”₯

And I’m there straight away.

It’s not even about the beat anymore. Don’t get me wrong, it helps β€” but sometimes a raw acapella does more.

I suppose that’s just part of getting older. Your ear changes, naturally.

But back then…
HIP-HOP
HAD ME.

Properly. 🎀πŸ”₯

Snoop Missy Hip-Hop R&B

That whole sound had a grip on me.

Everything felt different back then.

Like things were opening up β€” like the world was shifting a bit.

R&B was starting to take over.

And looking back, it just felt like a better time.

THE SOUND
WAS CHANGING.
SO WAS I.

There was a confidence in it.

A style.
A presence that felt strong.

1998 Hip-Hop R&B Repeat
So when this came in?
Too smooth. Too polished. Didn’t hit.
↓
Then somehow… over time IT
STUCK.
πŸ“Ό

By the end of that year, I had it on repeat.

No skipping. πŸ“ΌπŸ”₯

Funny thing is THE SONG DIDN’T CHANGE. I DID.

Sometimes it’s not that you don’t like something.

You’re just not ready for it yet.

🎡 πŸ“Ό 🎀 πŸ”₯