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ry-om are a London-based two-piece using laptops, guitars, feedback loops, synths, instrumental samples and vocals, they create electronic noise and acoustic soundscapes. All music is improvised and performed live without sequencing, and varies from pulses to irregular rhythms, tonality to dissonance, digital glitches to acoustic instruments, and rich, reverb-drenched textures to austere, upfront bleeps. The result is somewhere between electronica, noise and electroacoustic music.
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IV
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Picture this we’re both butt naked fucking on the bedroom floor
How could I forget that I had given her an extra key
She spent all that time with me
And I wasted it on shordy yeah
Whistle while you work
Baby I’m tryna see you twerk
Play no games lift up your shirt yeah
Tryna you work yeah
See you work
Look
Tired of these bum hoes
They all getting cut I’m not fucking no more
When I leave skrrrt skrrrt bitch don’t hit me no more
We not friends on the book take my snap off your phone
Lil bitch bad you know I wanna wife you
If the pussy trash then I’ma one night you
Rubbing on your ass as if I wanna pipe you pipe you
Fuck all these bitches they wanna fight you woah
Bitch i gotta chop gotta pole
Dumb bitch calling my phone
I’ma hit it from the back with some thongs
If a nigga talk tough shoot his throat
All these niggas phony (They phonies)
Know I got big homies (Got big homies)
I been fucking thots since I was young bitch I was 15 (I was 15)
6 rings like I’m Kobe (I’m Kobe)
Shoot just like Ginobli (Like Ginobli)
All you niggas funny
Y’all so bummy (Yeah)
Y’all need money
Niggas talk tough but they don’t know me (But they don’t know me)
Slide shoot a opp make a nigga RIP (Make a nigga RIP yeah yeah)
Wet a nigga like a mop shoot his fucking homies
That bitch was a bop and she gave me sloppy
Shordy came in and she caught me red handed fucking on the girl next door
Picture this we’re both butt naked fucking on the bedroom floor
How could I forget that I had given her an extra key
She spent all that time with me
And I wasted it on shordy yeah
Whistle while you work
Baby I’m tryna see you twerk
Play no games lift up your shirt yeah
I’m tryna see you work
Tryna you work yeah
See you work
Shordy came in and she caught me red handed fucking on her 2 best friends
So I had ‘em all 3 butt naked fucking all night with no ends
How could I forget that I’m that nigga with the shordies
Got yo bitch she on her knees
She gave me access I got keys
I said come and get this work
Baby I’m tryna make you squirt
So please take off your shirt
Cause baby I’m gonna make you squirt
I know your friends mad cause I don’t wanna wife you
I don’t play games girl I just wanna pipe you
Fuck you in private in public I don’t like you like you
All my girlfriends wanna fight you woah
I just got caught getting dome
Why you getting mad when you don’t know me
Your pussy was trash I’ma keep it lowkey
But I still fucked I was feeling horny
All these bitches know me
Pass her to my homies
I don’t cuff these bitches I just fuck ‘em when I’m horny
6 rings like I’m Jordan
Finals dropping 40
And I feel like Pippen
Dennis Rodman I be scoring
Shordy came in and she caught me red handed fucking on the girl next door
Picture this we’re both butt naked fucking on the bedroom floor
How could I forget that I had given her an extra key
She spent all that time with me
And I wasted it on shordy yeah
Whistle while you work
Baby I’m tryna see you twerk
Play no games lift up your shirt yeah
I’m tryna see you work
Tryna you work yeah
See you work
The lyrics to ry-om's song "IV" depict a narrative of infidelity and casual sexual encounters. The singer, referred to as "shordy," is caught in the act by their partner and engages in explicit sexual activities with multiple individuals throughout the song.
The first verse describes the singer being caught by their partner while engaged in a sexual encounter with the girl next door. The lyrics emphasize the guilt and regret of wasting time with this person. The chorus mentions the desire to see someone twerk, suggesting a focus on sexual gratification.
The second verse continues with the theme of casual sexual encounters. The singer expresses a tiredness with "bum hoes" and a desire to distance themselves from such relationships. They boast about their sexual prowess, mentioning their ability to satisfy partners. The lyrics also mention violence and a disregard for others, suggesting a sense of bravado and disregard for consequences.
Overall, the lyrics of "IV" present a narrative of sexual encounters and infidelity, where the singer expresses a desire for casual physical pleasure and shows little concern for emotional connections.
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Omar Hassan, Willie Rias
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