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"S.M.O." by Amaarae

MG:

There is a darkness and an utter depravity to “S.M.O.” that draws on everything from the Weeknd’s drug fueled nihilism to 90s gonzo porn to African and Caribbean dance music. The production is gorgeous – warmth pulsating through the dark club, filled with retrofuturistic synth and percussion – and the lyrics match that buoyant energy with the ice blue core of the flame. Amaarae sounds uniquely desperate and powerful, sometimes within a single turn of phrase like “I want to meet the God that made you” or “I want a week with her, she tastes like lexapro.” There’s a perverse arrogance to thinking you could meet God but she packages it inside longing and reverence that subvert her dominance. The sexual dynamics at play in “S.M.O.” are both the song’s outrageous centerpiece and so opaque as to be the fog disguising the whole room. It’s this thrilling charge that makes “S.M.O.” undeniable.

DV:

Amaarae - S.M.O.

My dear Won't you come blow on my fire I care Show me your valley is Zion My dear You not the only desire, no I am And you'll be my rider

I'm wavy, I wanna taste her Ginga me, ginga Breaking out from the inside Ginga me, ginga I lay it all on the waist line Ginga me, ginga I'm wavy off of the chaser Ginga me, ginga

Scream and shout Slut me out Show me how you like to love I need to know Oo whoa Show me how you like to love I need to know Oo whoa Scream and shout Shout Shout Shout Shout Shout Shout Shout Shout Shout Shout Shout Shout Shout Shout Shout Shout

I hear You don't like talking salacious I understand Sex is a part of your nature Uh, uh, mmm

They don't get how you can fit in the digits and still fit a bitch in the blunty There's two sides to you baby, in touch with your spirit, in touch with the money Break out the Hennessy, I wanna see what else that we can stick in the honey I wanna meet the God that made you

I'm wavy, I wanna taste her Ginga me, ginga Breaking out from the inside Ginga me, ginga I lay it all on the waist line Ginga me, ginga I'm wavy off of the chaser Ginga me, ginga

Scream and shout Slut me out Show me how you like to love I need to know Oo whoa Scream and shout Show me how you like to love I need to know Oo whoa Shout Shout Shout Shout

I wanna week with her She taste like lexapro Coke bottle from sexico I got it for me and you Shawty got VSLs I'm on the scene Like evening news She slutty I need her loose Acid, drop it, boost

It's the inner sex you sending up tonight If they want they way with you, you taking it back You don't need sex to slut You know you look sexy slut You really gon' stress me slut

Scream and shout Slut me out Show me how you like to love I need to know Oo whoa Scream and shout Show me how you like to love I need to know Oo whoa Scream and shout

Starting, starting Starting to set the scene Just to be with you is above me I'm giving you everything I can lose But you only want

You want to blow my high Take advantage of my high Don't look me in my eye That will make me cry

You want to blow my high Take advantage of my high Don't look me in my eye That will make me cry