Grandma says no
Mother stayed in Lagos
the numbers
- bpm
- 108
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 17.5s
- length
- 3:02
- language
- En
lyrics
Mama’s chair by the fan, Guinness bottle on the mat. She peeled oranges with her hand, And clocked your name from the WhatsApp chat. You brought chin chin in a tin, Boots wet from the Peckham rain. She said, “Sit, but don’t grin, I’ve seen sweet talk wear a fake name.” She crossed her arms, looked me dead, Said, “Child, I don’t need proof.” She tapped her spoon on the bread, Then raised one brow at your shoe. Grandma says no Grandma says no Grandma says no Grandma says no At 8:10, she called your bluff, Your smile hung there by the sink. She said your cologne was too much, And your gold ring looked like a wink. In her wrapper, by the stairs, She keeps your photo turned face-down. She’d rather hear church bells crack, Than see you walking through this house. Grandma says no Grandma says no Grandma says no Grandma says no She passed me suya on foil, Said, “That boy talks too neat.” Then she laughed into her bowl, And tapped out time with her feet. So if you come with your charm, Bring biscuits, tea, and the truth. Till then, she’s holding her calm, And she’s got her eye on you. Grandma says no Grandma says no Grandma says no Grandma says no