For you olds out of the know, it’s an abbreviation of a Latin expression meaning “From the stars, knowledge.”
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Daniel Montesinos-Donaghy: AND NOW, BIG FREDDY FEBREZE IS FEELING FOUL! Now that I’ve got that out of my system, what a weird song. I’m always happy to see people pulling the most paranoid impulses of Drumma Boy’s productions, but this nervously toes a thin line between pure sincerity and insincerity. Perhaps it’s down to the title looming over the performance — you can’t outrun memes, but you usually become them.
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Alfred Soto: Pusha does his asshole’s lament, confessing to “overcompensating” while Alsina performs the sensitivity that Ne-Yo was once hired to do.
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Thomas Inskeep: Pusha T can rap anything and I’ll listen, but his flow can only carry him so far — and since he’s not got much to say on his verse here, his flow is all that he’s got going for him. August Alsina doesn’t have much to say, either, and therein lies the problem, because the song is of course built around him. He’s got a creamy voice, but again, that’s it. I don’t really have the need nor desire to listen to a song called “Fuck My Life”: listen, buddy, we all got problems.
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Hazel Robinson: This is some Drake-level bullshit moaning. I’d like to think the “fuck my life” refrain means it’s faintly self-aware but… I fear it is not. On the other hand, it is hella pretty; I mean, if it was an OKCupid profile it’s not selling itself well and I sure as fuck don’t wanna date it but I can fairly precisely measure the amount of white wine when I’d think “eh, good eyelashes, go on then.”
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W.B. Swygart: Deeply, deeply inarticulate speech of the heart, from the misjudged usage of the Twitterspeak for “I cannot find my socks” to the bit in the video where he’s singing while hanging from a noose, which is presumably meant to be the “graphic content” you get warned about at the start but just seems like evidence of Ronan Keating’s influence still being very much felt in the modern pop arena.
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Anthony Easton: The guttural, processed, rough, and artificial way he says “fuck my life” is profoundly abject; it breaks the whole song apart, tragically.
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