First pot in the flat
Barber turned artist
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 5.1s
- length
- 1:36
- language
- En
lyrics
I dropped my box by the tiled-up door One enamel pot, one spoon from home Plantain skins piled on the kitchen floor Red onions kissed a dented chrome Window crack open, smell in the air Tomato, salt, and a little oil You tapped the plate like, "We dey here" New room, new life, same stubborn boil First pot in the flat First pot in the flat First pot in the flat First pot in the flat My own spoon, my own mat I rinsed the rice in a green plastic bowl Tap water came slow from the landlord's pipe You set the cups down and watched it roll I fried two eggs till the edges were white First pot in the flat First pot in