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Brad Shoup: It’s old(ish), and there’s a lot of rehash, but the hook’s opening couplet still makes clear why he’s big. His melodic sense is strong, and whole teams are assembled to write stuff like that mine/drive internal rhyme. 
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Alfred Soto: Better than the run of disappointing post-“Trap Queen” singles because it has no personality other than borrowing one from Future. It does move, thanks to the tension created by the lack of chorus.
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Iain Mew: Fetty Wap isn’t in an Omi/Fatman Scoop position, and wouldn’t be even if it wasn’t for the intervening hits. Nonetheless, he’s offered a much better route for following up a ubiquitous hit, by leaning into the fact that everyone knows “Trap Queen.” He works scraps of that teasingly in, and has that confidence flow through “Again” in the bits which are completely different, chiefly its spacey plea of a chorus.
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David Sheffieck: The heart-on-sleeve longing, the pleas for forgiveness and understanding: Fetty’s doesn’t have to be the most technically skilled rapper when he’s tapping into an emotional vein this deep. The wrenching, gorgeous outro makes me want him to go all-in and try an acapella record, since the only knock against this is that the beat can’t match his vocal.
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Jonathan Bogart: Romantic, faultlessly-crafted songs of sexual yearning sung by men with technically perfect voices never affect me as deeply as romantic, tongue-tied songs of sexual yearning sung by men who need electronic assistance to hold a note. Since I primarily identify with the men singing rather than the recipients of the song, that’s no doubt self-serving in the extreme, a convenient use of aesthetics to excuse myself for being imperfect and not trying. Still, Fetty’s heart-on-sleeve croak is his own, an instrument of extraordinary emotional power I could never hope to live up to. I’d take him back in a heartbeat.
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Micha Cavaseno: This is honestly my least favorite track on Fetty Wap’s self-titled debut, but I’ve long since admitted I’m not a guy for picking the best singles on albums, because everyone else on the planet loves this shit. As per usual, Fetty as the romantic swashbuckler of rap, complete with LV eyepatch, rose in the teeth, Versace tunic, and Jeremy-Scott wing-enhanced boots is scoring gold on the hook. At this point he doesn’t know how to do anything else. And the problem is, he doesn’t know how to do anything else anymore, because THE VERSE IS THE GODDAMNED VERSE FROM “TRAP QUEEN”. I’M NOT HAVING THIS. *draws rapier and duels with Fetty Wap, loses, is skewered, the ladies love it*
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