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Tunde Bakare

Four Seconds

Studied engineering and dropped out one term short; raps about the maths of getting out

style

  • uk drill
  • afroswing
  • sliding 808s
  • dark piano melody
  • male baritone
  • laconic and precise
  • sparse production
  • london cold
  • british accent
  • standard radio arrangement

the numbers

bpm
136
key
D minor
energy
0.68
dance
0.93
valence
0.38
vocal at
0.7s
length
1:48
language
En

lyrics

(four seconds)

Four seconds is how long the decision took
I've timed it, I've rebuilt it, I've drawn it on paper
Eight years divided by four seconds is a number
(is a number)
And that number is the most obscene thing I know

He's not stupid (not stupid)
He's the cleverest person in my family and he's inside

Four seconds
(four, four)
That's the whole distance between him and me
Four seconds
I've had four seconds too, I just got lucky

They write about us like the maths is different
Like there's a type, like it's a property of a person
It's a property of a Tuesday and a wrong road
(a wrong road)
Everybody's four seconds are just waiting for a chance

I visit every second Sunday.
He asks about my work.
I lie, because the honest answer is: I got out and you didn't.
(808 RETURNS)

Four seconds
(four, four)
That's the whole distance between him and me
Four seconds
I've had four seconds too, I just got lucky

(four seconds.)