Song: Homie Lover Friend
Album: 12 Play
1993
I don’t get it, R. What kind of balls are you talking about?
Hold on. Let’s see the whole verse. Maybe that will give us some context clues.
Her ex would love to go strollin’, but she pages me to go bowlin’.
But not quite the kinda balls that you thinkin’, uh, but the kind that be swingin’ and swingin’ and swingin’.
Hmmm. So, NOT bowling balls. But that still leaves a lot of kinds of balls it could be. R., just tell me what kind of balls you mean! Sometimes your symbolism is too much.
Wait, so, if I don't get what kind of balls he's talking about, it must mean I’m not a "homie lover friend," which is a term used by R. to describe R.'s perfect sort of girl—the kind this song goes to such elusive lengths to describe. The kind of girl who would say to R. "“damn R., those rims on your Benz are straight" or not mind hanging out while he and his [male] homies are sitting around "droolin' over porno."
Oh my god. Am I not good enough for R. Kelly?
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2 comments:
Yeah, I can't tell if he's saying:
a. you may think, because I just mentioned bowling, that I'm talking about bowling balls- but I'm NOT. I'm talking about the OTHER kind of balls.
or
b. get your head out of the gutter, I'm not talking about THOSE kinds of balls. I'm clearly talking about bowling balls.
But see, this is why we call R. Kelly a genius. He leaves some lyrics up for interpretation. Would we hold the likes of Shakespeare, Keats, Frost, Dickinson, Plath, Usher, in such high regard if they just spelled everything out for us?
Yeah, but do bowling balls really swing and swing and swing? No, I think he's GOTTA be talking about baseballs. Or maybe the ball shape on the end of a pendulum clock.
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