On Blue Strips, released April 11, 2025, Jessie Murph swaps heartbreak ballads for something sharper: retaliation wrapped in hundred-dollar bills.
Announced on April 9 via a massive billboard in the Mojave Desert ahead of her Coachella appearance, the track follows up her genre-blurring single Gucci Mane and continues her evolution into what some are calling gangsta country.
After leaning further into her country roots with tracks like Cowboys and Angels, and collaborations with Jelly Roll on Wild Ones, Maren Morris on Texas, Koe Wetzel and Bailey Zimmerman, Murph explained her direction: “I’ve been wanting to incorporate country into what I do for a while because I grew up on it. Now that I’m connecting with my inner child and starting to heal… I just went back to my roots, while keeping it me.”
Musically, Blue Strips delivers a mash-up of post-apocalyptic country pop and woozy West Coast cool.
Tinny 808s pulse beneath chorused vocals and a distorted bassline, somewhere between COWBOY CARTER ambition and Lust for Life disillusionment.
It’s pop on the surface, but Murph’s gritty Southern twang gives the whole thing a serrated R&B-country edge.
“Boy, I ain’t mad / I had to get back at you.”
The opening line sets the tone — emotionally distant, but deliberately calculated.
It’s the kind of “I’m fine” that arrives after someone’s torched your diary. Murph isn’t pleading or spiralling — she’s plotting.
“I just bought a mansion in Malibu / You know how I get with an attitude.”
What better way to broadcast power than by flashing real estate? The lyric serves less as a flex and more as a statement of independence.
Malibu here isn’t just location — it’s a character in the drama. The place where she’s choosing to start over, with receipts.
“Yeah, you got me throwing blue strips / Bare tits in a strip club / Throwing ones at your bitch.”
Here, the title drops with full force. “Blue strips” is slang for $100 bills — marked by the blue security ribbon.
Murph uses it both literally (money flying in clubs) and symbolically (how much she’s willing to spend to make a point).
The song’s grimiest moment doesn’t shock for shock’s sake — it’s painting the kind of scene where personal vengeance is indistinguishable from performance art.
“I know you know what’s going on / I’m going home, I’ma take it off for him.”
By now, we’ve left passive-aggression behind. She isn’t just retaliating.
She’s dragging her ex through emotional theatre. Going home to a new lover — stripping down emotionally, sexually, intentionally — makes her feel powerful, and that’s the point. This isn’t about healing. It’s about taking control of the narrative.
“Smoking cigarettes on balconies / I ain’t jumping but I’ll die to settle scores.”
This line is pure noir. Smoking alone on a balcony is the modern heartbreak trope, but she flips it.
She’s not at risk — she’s making threats. The “dying to settle scores” isn’t figurative.
It’s how far she’d go to make sure pain doesn’t go unanswered. And with Murph, you believe it.
“All your business getting back to me / You don’t know it, but it’s ’bout to be a war.”
Gossip becomes ammunition. She hears what’s been said and she’s already loading the reply.
Sonically, the beat darkens here. The rhythm slows, almost dragging, giving each word room to echo like warning shots.
“Got a new damn mansion in Malibu / I had to get back at you.”
The hook loops like a chant. The repetition turns cathartic — not because it changes, but because it doesn’t.
Like revenge itself, it stays fixated. The track doesn’t evolve so much as it intensifies — a sonic spiral that traps the listener inside Murph’s singular focus.
Blue Strips is revenge choreography scored by someone who understands both trap and trauma.
And while Murph hasn’t publicly unpacked the meaning behind the track, she didn’t need to. Every line hits like a pulled trigger, every beat grinds like a grudge.
She’s not trying to be understood. She’s making sure you never forget how it felt.
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Jessie Murph Blue Strips Lyrics
Intro
Boy, I ain’t mad
Boy, I ain’t mad
Boy, I ain’t mad at you
I had to get back at you
I had to get back at you
Verse 1
I just bought a mansion in Malibu
You know how I get with an attitude
Pre-Chorus
Yeah, you got me throwing blue strips
Bare tits in the strip club
Throwing ones
At your bitch
And I know you know what’s going on
I’m going home, l’ma take it off for him
I’ma strip down all your wrongs, yeah
Chorus
Boy, I ain’t mad
Boy, I ain’t mad
Boy, I ain’t mad at you
I had to get back at you
I had to get back at you, yeah
Got a new man
Got a new damn mansion in Malibu
I had to get back at you
I had to get back at you
Verse 2
Smoking cigarettes on balconies
I ain’t jumping, but I’ll die to settle scores
All your business getting back to me
You don’t know it but it’s ’bout to be a war, yeah
Pre-Chorus
Blue strips
Bare tits in a strip club
Throwing ones
At your bitch
And I know you know what’s going on
I’m going home, l’ma take it off for him
I’ma strip down all your wrongs, yeah
Chorus
Boy, I ain’t mad
Boy, I ain’t mad
Boy, I ain’t mad at you
I had to get back at you
I had to get back at you, yeah
Got a new man
Got a new damn mansion in Malibu
I had to get back at you
I had to get back at you
Bridge
Had to get back at you
I just bought a mansion in Malibu
Chorus
Boy, I ain’t mad
Boy, I ain’t mad
Boy, I ain’t mad at you
I had to get back at you
I had to get back at you, yeah
Got a new man
Got a new damn mansion in Malibu
I had to get back at you
I had to get back at you
Boy, I ain’t mad
Boy, I ain’t mad
Boy, I ain’t mad at you
I had to get back at you
I had to get back at you, yeah
Got a new man
Got a new damn mansion in Malibu
I had to get back at you
I had to get back at you