Wrapping up the latest installment of ‘What the Kids are Listening To,’ here’s the Chris Brown song I alluded to yesterday. It sits at #16 on the chart, just behind Morgan Wallen’s ‘What I Want.’
I believe it was Aziz Ansari who did a stand-up routine about how it’s easy to cancel artists you don’t like to begin with, and hard to cancel those of whom you’re already a fan. People will skip an R. Kelly song but you’ll have to pry Michael Jackson from their cold, dead hands.
I’m as guilty of that as anyone. I’ll spin songs by Ryan Adams or Morrissey with no second thought about their unsavory personal behavior, but I have no desire to listen to Chris Brown. Maybe there’s a difference between physical abuse vs. sexual harassment or racism, but mostly I just don’t care for his music.
You bad as hell, I’ll treat you well, I will
It’s good, I can tell, come give me hell, come here (Come give me hell)
Your fairytale, under your spell, I am (Oh)
She get Chanel, oh well, it all—
[Verse 1]
I guess I done ran out of options
Can’t keep fantasizin’, oh-oh
I’m callin’ you so we can lock in
But you call me toxic
[Pre-Chorus]
You make it easy for me to believe in your lovin’ (Ooh)
You better believe it, ’cause, baby, I’m leavin’ with something (Ooh)
Girl, it’s better than the dick you had before
Smiling ’cause you know I know you know (Oh)
[Chorus]
You bad as hell, I’ll treat you well, I will
It’s good, I can tell, come give me hell, come here
Your fairytale, under your spell, I am
She get Chanel, oh well, it all depends (Oh yeah, baby)
You scream and yell, can’t call for help, I’m here (No)
You leaving welts, I feel your nails, for real
I eat you good, you sleepin’ good, for real
I freak you well, I freak you well, I will
[Post-Chorus]
I’ll freak you right, I will
I’ll freak you right, I will
I’ll freak you like no one has ever, ever made you feel
I’ll freak you right, I will
I’ll freak you right, I will
I’ll freak you, freak you like no one has ever made you feel, yeah
[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
Shawty wanna come find out what’s good with me (What’s good? What’s good?)
Well, girl, it all depends on what you need at night, hey
What you wanna do? I heard he let you go free at night
But don’t you go lovin’ me outta no spite, hey, hey
I don’t wanna send the wrong signs, but I can read your mind
Left you alone, you’re all mine, you’re all mine
Tell me if now is the wrong time, don’t need a long time, I need a—
I need alone time, I need a—, I need alone time, oh
Girl, I’ll be your best, yes, then I’ll be your best again
Oh yes, yes, yes (Oh yes), when you ask for sex again
Don’t care ’bout the rest of them, you’re startin’ to forget
See what I’m sayin’, you don’t need him, yeah (Oh)
[Chorus]
You bad as hell, I’ll treat you well, I will
It’s good, I can tell, come give me hell, come here (Come give me hell)
Your fairytale, under your spell, I am (Under your spell)
She get Chanel, oh well, it all depends (Oh yeah, baby)
You scream and yell, can’t call for help, I’m here (I’m here, no)
You leaving welts, I feel your nails, for real
I eat you good, you sleepin’ good, for real (I)
I freak you well, I freak you well, I will
[Verse 3]
Number one in my top ten
Fuck them other bitches, you not them
Hublot, baby, you clocked in
Passenger princess, hop in (Oh)
Girl, you knowin’ what time it is
Pussy good, I’ma lock it in
Beat that shit out the box again, oh (Yeah)
Tryna see where your conscience is
Can we keep this anonymous?
Oh, you want me monogamous or what?
Oh, might take the rubber off
Oh, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause you make it easy for me to believe in your lovin’ (Ooh)
You better believe it, ’cause, baby, I’m leavin’ with something (Ooh)
Girl, it’s better than the dick you had before
Smiling ’cause you know I know you know (Oh)
[Chorus]
You bad as hell, I’ll treat you well, I will
It’s good, I can tell, come give me hell, come here (Come give me hell, baby)
Your fairytale, under your spell, I am
She get Chanel (Ooh), oh well, it all depends (Oh yeah, baby)
You scream and yell, can’t call for help, I’m here (I’m here, no)
You leaving welts, I feel your nails, for real
I eat you good, you sleepin’ good, for real (Night, night, baby)
I freak you well, I freak you well, I will
[Post-Chorus]
I’ll freak you right, I will (Oh)
I’ll freak you right, I will (I will)
I’ll freak you like no one has ever, ever made you feel (I will)
I’ll freak you right, I will (Uh-huh)
I’ll freak you right, I will (Yeah)
I’ll freak you, freak you like no one has ever made you feel, yeah
Yeah
[Outro]
You bad as hell, I’ll treat you well, I will
It’s good, I can tell, come give me hell, come here
Your fairytale, under your spell, I am
She get Chanel, oh well, it all depends
Meet Me In Montauk 
I guess the rest of America doesn’t really care about Brown’s alleged behavior or likes his music or both.