Lauriana Mae and B.o.B. cooked up a new song about the drug we conveniently call a woman

Lauriana Mae and B.o.B. cooked up a new song about the drug we conveniently call a woman Lauriana hasn't sung anything as good as her latest EP, the one just streamed a couple of days ago on soundcloud, since her 2011 album 'Love Mae'. There's this song, off her 'City Of Diamonds' EP (the one we just mentioned), that's really good, and would have been a lot better if B.o.B. wasn't on it. Of course everyone's gonna say that we're trippin', that Lauriana and B.o.B. have been tight since that 'Chandelier' collab back in 2013, but B.o.B.'s music, although shimmering with genius from time to time, is most of the times straight up average.

Compare the two, will you? Lauriana Mae sings about how two lovers are each other's drugs, right? How two generic people (with which everyone with a heart can remotely relate) crave each other to the point they're each other's 'sponsors', numbing the pain of not being there, the sickness and the cure, if you may.

On the last verse, in comes B.o.B. with a verse about a stripper in a cubicle (you're not gonna tell me she's working a time sucking desk job, and that's where the two protagonists of this scenario actually met!). He didn't know her name, she was wearing a "disguise", yada yada, and then they immediately leave their insecurities at the door, he's grabbing her hair and her neck, showing her to a night she'll never forget. Nothing metaphorical, nothing beautiful about that. Lemme just spit it out, it's the old one night stand. "It's not one (the night) to regret". Of course it's not, what woman ever regrets a one night stand, right? Men usually regret it and feel humiliated and used. Women have the time of their life and then tell their friends about it. Finishing line? "When the party is over you craving the smoke / And you don't even smoke cigarettes". So it's not about being each other's drug anymore, no, it's about a party, and smoking dope. Now, that undresses the first part of the song from its beautiful, tender clothes. What a shame! Things are always more interesting when being treated with this idealistic chem. Things catch the eye when they're masked, they gather attention as they're suggested, and not blatantly spoken. When you allude to love, you're a poet, when you downright say it, you're nothing but an ape, hiting romance and imagination in the head with a stick. That's kinda what B.o.B. did, and that's what he does with all the songs that are so carefully calculated and sung by female artists.

You guys give it a go, and if you like what happens on the second part of the song, then you're simply someone that cares more for the form, and less for the actual substance of music. Which, I gotta admit, is not bad. Music is most of the times form, and not substance. It's more sound, and less meaning. If you can overlook B.o.B.'s intervention, then we dig it. We sure couldn't. Cheers!