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BTS' RM addresses smoking in solo comeback 'Right Place, Wrong Person'

BTS' RM has returned with his solo album 'Right Place, Wrong Person', featuring the title track 'LOST!'. The bilingual album explores deep existential themes and includes explicit songs that convey RM's intolerance for disrespect.

May 25, 2024 / 12:10 IST
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A standout track that has quickly become a fan favourite is Track #3, 'out of love', which opens with the line, 'My life is out of love'.
A standout track that has quickly become a fan favourite is Track #3, 'out of love', which opens with the line, 'My life is out of love'.

BTS' RM made his highly anticipated solo comeback with the album 'Right Place, Wrong Person', featuring the title track 'LOST!' The bilingual album delves into deep existential questions while also containing explicit songs that assert RM's refusal to tolerate disrespect.

A standout track that has quickly become a fan-favourite is Track #3, 'out of love', which opens with the line, 'My life is out of love'. The song's verses have captivated ARMYs, particularly Verse 2, where RM boldly declares, 'You can f*ck my body, can’t f*ck my mind.' This line alone has left a powerful impression on listeners, but the most striking lyrics are found in Verse 1, where RM addresses the controversial topic of smoking.

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In this verse, RM opens up about his views and personal choices, even addressing past criticisms he has faced:

"I’m just a pack of cigarette
I’m going to burn down all the love and the hate, the right, the wrongs
Even the godd*mn world I’ve been livin’ in for my whole life
Smoking kills, I know
It’s my f*cking business, you b*tches stop, don’t talk sh*t
Ashes falling like snow
I’ve been changin’ the flow
Time to let go of the past, the memories, the stacks of truth
Diaries without priorities
I already killed myself out of f*cking fears
Smoke, drink, people, I know they stink
Mix them all up and I put ’em in the sink
I don’t do the dishes ’cause it’s my f*cking script
After a dozen years, I can now feel the creepiness back again
I don’t belong here, poetry died and love was buried
Anyway, since you and I believe in different truths
Then I don’t blame you
I don’t blame you
Love will probably fail"