Jessie Murph è una giovane cantautrice dalla voce ruspy che si è fatta strada a suon di TikTok e vlog. Dopo aver firmato per la Columbia Records, dopo il suo album di debutto Drowning dello scorso anno, pubblica il suo sesto singolo. Son of a Bitch di Jessie Murph, di cui di seguito riportiamo testo e significato, vede alla produzione Jeff “Gitty” Gitelman, già collaboratore tra gli altri di HER, J. Cole, Mac Miller, Anderson .Paak. e Jennifer Lopez

Il significato del brano di Jessie Murph

Una ballata agrodolce che è sintesi di un mood musicale in trend, un po’ di country, un giro orchestrale alla Lana del Rey e tanto pathos. La grande abilità espressiva e compositiva di Jessie Murph è messa totalmente in mostra in Son of a Bitch, un brano il cui titolo è già un’anticpazione del tono e del significato del testo, dedicato a un ragazzo.

Il testo di “Son of a Bitch” di Jessie Murph

I ain’t no man in the middle
That ain’t no man that’s the devil
He actin’ all confidential, how ‘bout that thirty-eight special
I ain’t no fuckin’ beginner, oh
Got veto, any boy with a gender
He walk around in that denim, how good the bad and the random
It’s only one he can handle

That boy go bad in the nighttime
That boy got hands on the wrong thighs
I got that dolce on that dolce on that dolce on mine
That boy woke up in the wrong room
Two girls and two bad tattoos
I know what’s up and what went down up in room four-thirty-two

Desperado, you son of a bitch
Chicago, slutted up at the Ritz
And I don’t, I didn’t sign up for this
You fucking son of a hmm-mmh
Wild thoughts of pulling up where you at
With champagne and a Louisville bat
I know you didn’t sign up for this
You fucking son of a bitch

I ain’t no Dame, I’m the devil
This side of me, she ain’t Jessie
I got some friends in redemption
Some other things I won’t mention
You’re gonna fucking remember

That girl role up in a G-5
Lay back and sharpen my knife
I cut it off like Lorena
And I’ll take what’s left of your pride
I think that judge would agree
You fucked up fucking with me
You know a passionate woman they make the worst in me

Desperado, you son of a bitch
Chicago, slutted up at the Ritz
And I don’t, I didn’t sign up for this
You fucking son of a hmm-mmh
Wild thoughts of pulling up where you at with champagne and a Louisville bat
I know you didn’t sign up for this
You fucking son of a bitch

Woah-woah
Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah
Woah-woah
Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah
You fucking son of bitch

PAOLOOO