[Intro – soft pads, muffled kick, faint guitar plucks]
Mm… yeah…
Lights low, knees cold…

[Verse 1 – airy, confessional]
Sweat dripping down your chest, I taste it when I fuck you
Told you don’t talk yet, baby, let me undo
Back arched on the couch, nails carving your skin
Haven’t made it to the bed, and we probably won’t again

[Pre-Hook – whispered ad-libs layered with breathy harmonies]
Slow it down… I like it when it’s slow
Pull my hair, hold me there, don’t let me go
Every kiss tastes like the wine you spilled
Every thrust says you know how I feel

[Hook – stacked SZA-style harmonies, filthy but melodic]
Keep me on my knees, let me fuck you deep
Got you wrapped around my throat, can’t even speak
Love me in the dark ‘til the sun peeks in
We can blame it on the couch lights dimmed

[Verse 2 – more graphic, still dreamy]
Your hands got a language, pressing on my spine
Tell me where you want it, I’ll make it mine
Got my mascara running but I’m still smiling wide
Every filthy thought feels holy when you’re inside

[Bridge – pads drop, just log drum + soft moans as texture]
Don’t stop, I’ll take every word you don’t say
Choke me just enough so I can still pray
We’ll repent in the morning, but tonight’s too pure
With your hand on my ass, I’m already sure

[Final Hook – full harmonies, ad-libs swirling, almost pleading]
Keep me on my knees, let me fuck you deep
Got you wrapped around my throat, can’t even speak
Love me in the dark ‘til the sun peeks in
We can blame it on the couch lights dimmed

[Outro – whispered repeats, faint reverb]
Mm… fuck me slow…
Mm… couch lights dimmed…

FILTHY THOUGHTS

I Know What You're Feeling

This album is pure feeling. It blends the smooth groove of modern R&B, the grit of hip hop, and the shine of pop into something that hits you in the heart first, then in the head. You’ll hear lush synths, deep 808 bass, warm keys, and crisp trap hi-hats carrying verses full of expressive rap flows and unpredictable rhythms. The choruses swell with harmonies, electric piano, and big, dynamic beats, while the bridge pulls everything back to a soulful, vulnerable moment before building into a powerful, uplifting outro. There’s trumpet, violin, and choral backup tucked into the mix — little surprises that make you lean in. It’s emotional, it’s creative, it’s got raw storytelling, and it’s made to stick with you long after it ends.



When the Quiet Speaks

RONU is a NYC-based DJ/producer creating high-energy, percussion-forward edits that blur borders and bend genres. His sound fuses Caribbean riddim, Afro percussion, Jersey Club, Baile Funk, Latin club, Gqom, moombahton, tribal house, and cinematic bass into something raw, rhythmic, and unforgettable.

Built for low ceilings, warehouse smoke, and sweat-slicked dancefloors, RONU’s music is movement-first — a global collision of bounce and grit rooted in diasporic rhythm and street-born instinct.

With over 400 original remixes and edits uploaded to SoundCloud in under a year, RONU has become one of the platform’s fastest-rising underground artists — averaging 80K+ plays per month off pure consistency, sonic pressure, and cultural instinct.

Every track carries his signature: hypnotic chopped vocals, sub-heavy ritualistic drops, and percussion sculpted from African, Latin, and club traditions. There are no fillers — only weapons.

Often compared to producers like Jailo, Rhythm Blend, DEE MAD, and State OFFF, RONU distinguishes himself through cinematic tension, emotional weight, and a visual identity rooted in sacred architecture and tribal futurism. His brand is part underground rave, part ancestral memory.

This page isn’t just a feed. It’s a living archive of global rhythm, digital rebellion, and sonic storytelling.

📈 Over 400 tracks and counting — hit follow and stay in the pressure cycle.

🔗 For bookings, reposts, and mix features:
📩 DM or contact via IG: @ronudontplay
🎧 DJ Mixes: soundcloud.com/ronubb/sets/ronu-mix-series

FILTHY THOUGHTS

RONU

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