Romy Dya Declares Self-Possession on New R&B Single "So Over Lust," Produced With Will Gittens
Dutch artist Romy Dya releases “So Over Lust,” an LA-forged contemporary R&B confession produced and co-written with Grammy-winning songwriter Will Gittens. The record moves like midnight water—slow-paced, chill, unhurried—yet its spine is steel: a mantra of self-possession sung through velvet. Mellow riffs sketch the first light of clarity; a moody low-end sighs in; background reverb ghost the edges; then the groove sways forward, refusing spectacle and choosing intention.
Dya writes with clean scalpel lines. The “shituationship” is named, not dramatized; the script of faking and ego bruises is folded, filed, and set aflame. “I’m so done with fucking and faking,” she declares, but the delivery is composed rather than caustic—sobriety as aesthetic. The hook’s pivot—“the love that I need is within”—converts private revelation into public utility, a toolkit chorus for late-night reckoning and next-day boundaries.
Objectively, the architecture is disciplined. Verses advance with diaristic economy; pre-choruses tighten the aperture; the refrain blooms with soft luminosity and returns often enough to become ritual. Production resists bloat: no gratuitous modulations, no syrupy strings—just intoxicating guitar riffs, and a vocal performance that trusts breath more than bravado. If there’s a wish, a bolder middle-eight could have deepened the catharsis; even so, restraint serves the thesis. Listeners will feel shoulders uncoil and appetite for self-respect rise. “So Over Lust” is sync-ready without sanding off its soul, a balm for playlists devoted to healing, empowerment, and after-hours clarity. The buzz already circling on social feeds makes sense: it’s the rare breakup anthem that doesn’t sneer—it graduates.
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