During a two-year hiatus, Timberlake resolved his feelings on being unable to record any new material, and as he returned to record some new music, he began collaborating with his longtime record producer Timbaland , alongside the latter's colleague Danja. The album's contents were produced at Timbaland's Thomas Crown Studios. Comes Around ". Many music publications considered it among the best albums of the s.
Future sex love sound Yeah. You know what you want And that makes you just like me See everybody says you're hot, baby But can you make it hot for me? Said if you're thinking 'bout holding back Don't worry, girl 'Cause I'm gonna make it so easy So slide a little bit closer to me, little girl Daddy's on a mission to please Wait a second She's hopped up on me I've got her in my zone Her body's pressed up on me I think she's ready to blow Must be my future sex love sound And when it goes down Baby all you gotta do is Just tell me which way you like that All you gotta do is Tell me which way you like that Do you like it like this? Do you like it like that? Tell me which way you like that Tell me which way you like that You can't stop, baby You can't stop once you've turned me on And your enemy are your thoughts, baby So just let 'em go 'Cause all I need is a moment alone To give you my tongue And put you out of control And after you let it in We'll be skin to skin It's just so natural Wait a second She's hopped up on me I've got her in my zone Her body's pressed up on me I think she's ready to blow Must be my future sex love sound And when it goes down Baby all you gotta do is
Give Justin Timberlake credit for this: he has ambition. He drove the teen pop quintet to the top of the charts, far exceeding their peers the Backstreet Boys , and when the group could achieve no more, he eased into a solo career that earned him great sales and a fair amount of praise, largely centered on how he reworked the dynamic sound of early Michael Jackson at a time when Jacko was so hapless he turned away songs that later became JT hits, as in the Neptunes -propelled "Rock Your Body. Hell, a quick look at the titles of those first three songs shows some cracks in the album's architecture, as they reveal how desperate and literal Timberlake 's sex moves are. Each of the three opening songs has "sex" sandwiched somewhere within its title, as if mere repetition of the word will magically conjure a sex vibe, when in truth it has the opposite effect: it makes it seem that Justin is singing about it because he's not getting it. Surely, his innuendos are bluntly obvious, packing lots of swagger but no machismo or grace.