Ne-Yo‘s personal life became fodder for blogs and entertainment reporters this month when reports surfaced that his three-year marriage to Crystal Renay was over. Instead of confirming or denying the rumors on Instagram or by granting an interview, Ne-Yo lets his music do the talking.
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If the lyrics accurately depict the status of Ne-Yo’s love life, his marriage is done, Crystal returned her wedding ring, and he’s rocking it as a pinky ring. While it is sad to see this marriage come to an end, it is nice to hear great new music from Ne-Yo.
See the lyrics for “Pinky Ring” featuring O.T. Genasis in the video below.
I put thirty to Paris, that’s my version of therapy
Leavin’ you with no condition, like don’t [?] the charity
Still callin’ my ex, man that shit is embarrassin’
But it’s not my fault, she got that fire no kerosene
Mind gone, tap down on the coupe (Skrr)
I’m so sick of love songs, I just caught the flu
Even when I don’t do no wrong, she think I do
So I’m just ’bout to turn what she think into the truth
You know I’m a singer, I can write a banger
And I’m dressed to kill, it’s murder fresh out the hanger
I know that you know
I got the bag to blow
You better hope, I don’t go savage mode
I feel like I’m back from retirement
I feel like I’m better than I ever been
Right back on the scene like it ain’t a thing
She gave back the wedding ring, I turned to a pinky ring
Back single and I’m mingling (Back single)
Spidey sense, back tingling (Back tingling)
I do not feel bad, I gave her everything
Now it’s onto better things
I put that there on everything
Oh-ooh-woah-ah-ah
Oh-ooh-woah-ah-ah
She gave back the wedding ring, I turned to a pinky ring
Oh-ooh-woah-ah-ah
Oh-ooh-woah-ah-ah
She gave back the wedding ring, I turned to a pinky ring
Big body, yeah
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Break bricks (Break bricks), that karate
Check the scene, like a lobby
Push weight, like a dully
She gave me the ring, I’ma take the shit
Had to cut her off, she ain’t makin’ shit
Back up bitch, like I’m lookin’ through the camera
Playin’ with her pussy, make it fleet like a [?]
Oh you actin’ nice, you must want some
Tryna play a nigga, are you dumb-dumb?
Train a bitch, like a trolly
Got ice (Woo), you know I’m Sally
You know I’m a singer, I can write a banger
And I’m dressed to kill, it’s murder fresh out the hanger
I know that you know
I got the bag to blow
You better hope, I don’t go savage mode
I feel like I’m back from retirement
I feel like I’m better than I ever been
Right back on the scene like it ain’t a thing
She gave back the wedding ring, I turned to a pinky ring
Back single and I’m mingling (Back single)
Spidey sense, back tingling (Back tingling)
I do not feel bad, I gave her everything
Now it’s onto better things
I put that there on everything
Oh-ooh-woah-ah-ah
Oh-ooh-woah-ah-ah
She gave back the wedding ring, I turned to a pinky ring
Oh-ooh-woah-ah-ah
Oh-ooh-woah-ah-ah
She gave back the wedding ring, I turned to a pinky ring