Upon watching Trevor Jackson’s new music video, “Like we Grown,” I noticed three main things. First off, the opening line disturbed me more than you can imagine. Who starts off a song with “Baby, I’m gonna love you like we grown tonight,”? That’s just weird and my view on him was completely altered the rest of the song.
Second, the unrealistic situation that is happening while these grammatically incorrect lyrics are blasting in the background, makes the viewing experience even more awkward. Although I do not live in this town that the video is taking place, I can assume that sixteen year old girls do not just meet random strangers on the street, get all close and personal and then hit them up in the club later that night. But, that’s just me.
Lastly, it’s really a shame that Jackson’s lyrics are so bad because he has a really nice voice and could have a lot of potential if he stopped being so creepy and actually wrote about respecting girls instead of “loving them like we’re grown.”
That being said even after listening to the song multiple times, I still don’t know what the saying “like we grown” means. Sure, the music video eliminates the suggestions of vegetables growing, humans growing taller or even a happily married couple going to the grocery store together. It seems to suggest, however, that Jackson wants to love his lady friends like he’s a middle aged pimp and sorry not sorry but no matter how cool he thinks he is, he’s most likely not that cool.
Even though I will not be jamming out to this song any time soon, I might consider giving Jackson a second chance if he actually wrote something that made sense, got over his “I’m so cool” ego and made a music video that didn’t suggest he was violating an innocent girl. I mean a man trying to stop Jackson from taking the girl upstairs, along with the girl’s friends assertively pulling her away at the end of the song, just makes me think that something sketchy was going on.
Sure, America’s youth is kind of messed up when it comes to choosing what songs they purchase on iTunes, and because Jackson’s song has a catchy beat, he might gain some fans. Not because his lyrics are deep and relatable but because kids these days love to listen to songs that don’t make sense.
It’s hard to sum up Trevor Jackson and his song in one word, because there really isn’t any word to describe the uncomfortable experience I encountered during the two minutes and fifty-nine seconds. Nothing against rappers and their “crazy, hard to understand lyrics” but there is a line between lyrics making sense after you slow the song down and lyrics that just don’t make sense. Jackson, unfortunately, falls in the latter. Just because he has a pretty face doesn’t give him any right to mumble off nonsense.
I admit I was disappointed by the lack of creativity Jackson brought to the table in this song, but if he really wanted to make something new and interesting he should’ve just sang about vegetables growing. He could’ve even kept the same title and people might’ve been impressed. Because, honestly now, anything would’ve been better than this song.
