The band consists of vocalist Densil McFarlane, guitarist Joe Brosnan and drummer Colanthony Humphrey. Keyboardist Jemuel Roberts was also a member of the band in the mid-2010s, but is no longer with the band.
The band was formed in 2007, initially as a hip-hop production duo consisting of McFarlane and Humphrey. Their music became more punk-oriented after they were arrested in a racial profiling incident, which interfered with McFarlane's plans to attend university in the United States. They released their debut EP, Interchorus, in 2009.
Karen O's
The OBGMs Lyrics
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No excuses, no talking, when I run up in your office (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Cold mother fucker,
More crazy then I let off
Two demons and the singing (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
What’s up in your pocket
Going shopping with your money,
Problems and I’m tryn’a make a profit give it to me (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Not afraid to go to jail to prove a motherfucking (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I’ve got problems and a bottle solves it, give it here
Got a lot of nothing, but I got my, got my fears
I feel nothing but I hate the mirror in my face
I found love in someone else’s pocket
I need someone
One to confide in but
If I don’t find the one
Throw me away
I’m still climbing over piles of unanswered prayers (yeah yeah)
On my knees so long, got no reason left to care
All your plates are full, my stomach’s empty and I’m here
I will sell my soul to make a profit
I need someone
One to confide in but
If I don’t find the one
Throw me away
The OBGMs' song "Karen O's" is a track about a person who is in desperate need of money and is willing to do anything to get it. The tone of the lyrics is dark and unsettling, painting a picture of a person who has lost touch with their moral compass and is ready to engage in criminal activity to get what they want.
The song begins with the lyrics "Put the money in the bag, no excuses, no talking, when I run up in your office." These lines make it clear that the singer is up to no good and is willing to use force to get what they want. The lyrics "Cold mother fucker, more crazy than I let off" further emphasize the point that this person is not to be messed with.
Throughout the song, the singer talks about their obsession with money and how they are willing to do whatever it takes to get it. The lyrics "Going shopping with your money, problems and I'm tryn'a make a profit give it to me" and "I will sell my soul to make a profit" show just how far this person is willing to go.
The chorus of the song is a plea for help. The singer admits that they have problems and are in desperate need of someone to confide in. However, they know that if they don't find someone soon, they will be thrown away like trash.
Overall, the song paints a bleak picture of a person who has lost their way and is willing to engage in criminal activity to get what they want. The lyrics are unsettling and draw the listener in, making them feel uncomfortable but unable to turn away.
Line by Line Meaning
Put the money in the bag
I demand that you empty your wallet and surrender all your cash.
No excuses, no talking, when I run up in your office (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Do not attempt any excuses or talk back as I forcefully enter your workplace.
Cold mother fucker, More crazy then I let off
I am an emotionless and ruthless criminal, far more dangerous than I appear.
Two demons and the singing (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
My inner demons are always present, and I channel them through my singing.
What’s up in your pocket, Going shopping with your money, Problems and I’m tryn’a make a profit give it to me (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I am robbing you and using your money to solve my own problems and make financial gain.
Got no conscience, Not afraid to go to jail to prove a motherfucking (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I lack any moral compass and am willing to risk imprisonment to assert my dominance.
I’ve got problems and a bottle solves it, give it here
Alcohol is my coping mechanism for my personal struggles, give me the bottle.
Got a lot of nothing, but I got my, got my fears
I possess very little, but my anxieties always haunt me.
I feel nothing but I hate the mirror in my face
I feel no emotions, yet I despise my own reflection.
I found love in someone else’s pocket
My only source of affection is from the monetary possessions of others.
I need someone. One to confide in but. If I don’t find the one. Throw me away
I require a trusted person to share my thoughts with, but if I cannot find one, I am of no use.
I’m still climbing over piles of unanswered prayers (yeah yeah)
My unanswered pleas for help continue to burden me.
On my knees so long, got no reason left to care
I have been humbled for far too long and have lost all motivation to care for myself.
All your plates are full, my stomach’s empty and I’m here
While you have abundant resources, I have nothing and must rely on theft to survive.
I will sell my soul to make a profit
I am willing to sacrifice my morals and values for financial gain.
I need someone. One to confide in but. If I don’t find the one. Throw me away
I require a trusted person to share my thoughts with, but if I cannot find one, I am of no use.
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