Trey Songz- Neighbors Know My Name
When an artist writes the perfect song, often times it goes unnoticed by the untrained ear. Trey Songz did so and now I am going to spend countless minutes dissecting it for you. You are welcome. Who is Trey? R Kelly Jr.? Maybe. A brilliant songwriter? Undeniably. One of the greatest things to ever happen to music, nay humanity? Decide for yourself. Take a listen to his perfect tune, while I break down its meaning and purpose and general
amenche (not a word, maybe).
Neighbors Know my Name
[Verse 1]
Soon as we get started makin love goin harder hear a.. (knock knock) knocking on the wall,
(Trey gets right to the point, he is fucking.)
And as soon as I go deep getting it in then again theres a.. (knock knock) knocking on the wall,
(Pretty standard, putting it in and out. He’s going deep though, which tells us two things. One, he knows what he’s doing. And two. Big penis.)
Girl your legs keep shakin I swear we breakin our new headboard headboard
(I love the fact that the background vocal repeats the word headboard. Unprecedented, putting the emphasis on the headboard here. Trey is obviously an innovator.)
And the love we make it feels so good girl you know I'm proud lookin in your lovely face scream my name you do it so loud
(He’s proud of both of them, which is a rare emotion to have during sex. I thought that pride came before the ball.)
[Chorus:]
I bet the neighbors know my name
Way you screamin scratchin yellin,
(The three true hallmarks of great sex.)
Bet the neighbors know my name
They be stressin while we sexin,
(That’s just a great line. Who are these uptight people that live next door?)
I bet the neighbors know my name
My name my name
I bet the neighbors know my name
My my my...
Take this pillow right here (grab this)
(Now he’s gonna get instructional, in falsetto. Sort of like the hokey pokey for hard fucking. The innovation continues.)
And I know you're so excited if you bite it they wont hear
(I thought you were proud Trey? Do you want them to know your name or what?)
And you know just what we capable of, when we makin love
So the music gone be loud, you gone scream and shout
Girl your body's a problem, they call me the problem solver
(What the? It’s clear he knows what he’s doing. What is there to figure out? Does she have two vaginas? No matter, Trey Songz has figured out the riddle that is fucking this bitch.)
Let phone sit on the charger, it could ring all night
(I love that he had the sense to plug the phone into the charger before they got down to business.)
They can call, they can knock, and be upset, but I bet (Songz leaves us hanging here. What does he bet?)
[Chorus]
I bet the neighbors know my name
(Oh shit, that's right. He's wagering on whether or not the neighbors know his name. I'm guessing he is pretty confident that they know it.)
Way you screamin scratchin yellin,
Bet the neighbors know my name
(Trey!)
They be stressin while we sexin,
I bet the neighbors know my name
(Trey Songz!)
My name my name
I bet the neighbors know my name
(I no longer doubt his voracity.)
My my my...
[Verse 2]
Ill be bangin on yo body, they be bangin on our wall
(Symmetry. Trey is no stranger to it. He clearly has the chops.)
While they dreamin, you be screamin now they bangin on our door
(These people just don’t get it. Go ahead, go to the door, you think Trey is gonna let a little door banging stop him? You have not been paying attention.)
Sometimes she call me Trey, sometimes she say Tremaine
(I bet the neighbors know his given name.)
When its all said and done bet the neighbors know my name
Sometimes she call me trigga cause I make her body blush
(I don’t know what that means.)
They might think my name is OH SHHHHH, I make her cuss
(Seriously neighbors? Idiots.)
[Chorus:]
I bet the neighbors know my name
Way you screamin scratchin yellin,
Bet the neighbors know my name
They be stressin while we sexing
(Now I know why I like that line so much. He stole it from Thomas Jefferson. It’s from his Declaration on the Rights of Slave Bangers. Jefferson does it again. It's like my pappa tells me, "Lil' Brodie, read your Constitution and Bill of Rights and stuff of that ilk. No one knows what is best for you like dead, white men with white wigs.".)
I bet the neighbors know my name
My name my name
I bet the neighbors know my name
Neighbors know my name
I bet the neighbors know my name
(I feel just walking next door sometime next week would clear everything up. "Hi, I'm-" "We know who you are, Trey. Come on in.")
Way you screamin scratchin yellin,
Bet the neighbors know my name
They be stressin while we sexin
I bet the neighbors know my name
My name my name
I bet the neighbors know my name
(If anyone is still in the dark after another chorus, Trey Songz has sex with his girl in such a hard, deep, and rhythmic manner, that she can’t help but declare his name aloud. She does this to pay homage to the way he does his business, but the volume at which she does this disturbs their neighbors. They most likely live in an apartment.)
[Verse 3]
The way you scream my name (the way you scream my name)
Woah
(Now even Tremaine is taken aback by his girl’s guttural yawlpings.)
Girl the love we make (girl the love we make)
Gone keep on bangin on the wall, but nothings gonna change
I bet the neighbors know my name
(We end at an impasse. Trey has learned nothing from the situation, and his neighbors refuse to open their minds. Which leaves us to ponder. A song about rough sex and its effect on those around it and involved in it? Or a commentary on our current social and political climate? Only Trey knows the truth, and the neighbors know his name. All in all, a perfect song.)
