Lyrics
Hm, mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm
Hm, mm-hm, mm-hm (ay, Rvssian)
Oh, no, I want your body and soul
Oh, baby girl, please don’t go
Oh, girl, I got so much I wan’ show (baby, ya control, make I operate, uh-huh)
Oh, no, I want your body and soul (soul)
Oh, baby girl, please don’t go
Oh, girl, I got so much I wan’ show (another banger)
She a very fine girl from Marbella (mm-hm)
She really really wanna live la vida
Her friends dey tell her say, “Tiana” (mm-hm)
“You better leave them good girl rant”
I see your way now, I dey observant (mm-hm)
The way your friends dey do, no copy am
E fit to make you a little happier (mm-hm)
How long you go fit to manage am?
I think about you all night long (I dey think about you all night long)
I check your friend’s story, you dey for club (check your friend’s story, you dey for club)
♪
Tell me, baby, what did I do wrong? (Tell me, baby, what did I do wrong?)
And when you need me, then you call my phone (when you need me, then you call my phone)
♪
Oh, no (oh, no), I want your body and soul (soul)
Oh, baby girl, please don’t go
Oh, girl, I got so much I wan’ show (baby, ya control, make I operate, uh-huh)
Oh, no (oh, no), I want your body and soul (soul)
Oh, baby girl, please don’t go
Oh, girl, I got so much I wan’ show (even inna your downtime, I go elevate, uh)
Shawty say, she just wanna have some fu-u-un
Shawty wanna get a little funky
Tell me if you love me or is this a fling
Tell me ’cause you actin’ really naughty
Naughty, naughty and I don’t really like it
Sip a little red wine, cigarette
Ventin’, tipsy, now, she wanna sex me (now, she wanna sex me)
Mixed signals dey make wan dey lose my mind, lose my mind (yeah, mm, yeah)
♪
You promise say you go hold me tight, hold me tight (yeah, mm, yeah)
You tell me say you no go leave my side (leave my side, uh, why you wan’ dey move like that?)
♪
Tell me why you come dey move so sly, move so sly (mm-mm)
♪
I think about you all night long (I dey think about you all night long)
I check your friend’s story, you dey for club (check your friend’s story, you dey for club)
♪
Tell me, baby, what did I do wrong? (Tell me, baby, what did I do wrong?)
And when you need me, then you call my phone (when you need me, then you call my phone)
Oh, no, I want your body and soul (soul)
Oh, baby girl, please don’t go
Oh, girl, I got so much I wan’ show (baby, ya control, make I operate, uh-huh)
Oh, no (oh, no), I want your body and soul (soul)
Oh, baby girl, please don’t go
Oh, girl, I got so much I wan’ show (even inna your downtime, I go elevate, uh)
Hm, mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm
♪
Hm, mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
♪
Hm (mm), mm-hm, mm, mm-mm-mm (mm-mm-mm-mm-mm)
Hm, mm-hm, mm, mm-hm, mm-mm-mm
Song Meaning & Explanation
Rema's "Oh No" opens on a groan disguised as a melody—those looping "mm-hm" hums doing the emotional throat-clearing before a single lyric drops. It's a smart entry point, because the song that follows is less a straightforward come-on than a slow unraveling of a man watching a relationship dissolve in real time, one Instagram story at a time.
The hook sells desire—"I want your body and soul"—but the verses tell a different story, one of surveillance and suspicion dressed up as devotion. Rema name-checks Marbella and "la vida" to sketch a woman chasing a lifestyle, then pivots into something sharper: he's checking her friend's story, clocking that she's "for club" while he's home rehearsing grievances. That detail is the song's best piece of writing—specific, contemporary, unglamorous. It captures modern jealousy with more honesty than most Afrobeats records bother to attempt.
The repeated "what did I do wrong" lands as genuine confusion rather than performance, and the "mixed signals" line is the thesis statement: a man caught between wanting to elevate her and wanting to control the narrative. "Naughty, naughty and I don't really like it" is the record's most uncomfortable moment—desire curdling into judgment—and Rema doesn't fully interrogate that tension, which feels like a missed opportunity. The song raises the double standard without quite reckoning with it.
Musically, the Rvssian-tagged production leans into that hazy, wine-and-cigarette atmosphere the lyrics describe, and Rema's delivery—half-sung, half-muttered—suits a narrator who's more unsettled than smooth. The pidgin inflections ("e fit to make you," "dey move so sly") give the track texture and locate it firmly in his voice rather than a generic Afrobeats template.
It's not his most adventurous writing, but "Oh No" works because it's honest about how possessive longing actually sounds—needy, contradictory, scrolling through someone else's Friday night.
7/10
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