ASK HER
Barber turned artist
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 7.9s
- length
- 2:21
- language
- En
lyrics
(ask her, ask her) Every Sunday for eleven months she comes Her hair no dey grow that fast, everybody know The small boy don tell me say I be coward Small boy. Sixteen. Telling me how to go. Ask her, ask her (ask her) Just ask her, ask her Next Sunday, ask her Ask her Ask her, ask her, ask her, ask her Everybody for this shop don wait one year, ask her Ask her, ask her, ask her, ask her Even the radio don change ten times, ask her She bring her friend one time and the friend talk "Na him be the barber wey you dey talk about" My hand shake. I nearly cut the woman ear. She talk about me. For her house. Out loud. (harmonies, no drums) My papa cut hair for forty-two years in this chair. He married the woman wey come every Sunday. Same chair. Same nonsense. I go ask am. (DROP) Ask her, ask her, ask her, ask her Everybody for this shop don wait one year, ask her Ask her, ask her, ask her, ask her Even the radio don change ten times, ask her (ask her...)
