Habibi, No
Started making beats on a cracked laptop
vex on it
the runHonest use case: People who enjoy confident, catchy electronic pop with a distinct cultural flair.
Exhibit: “My neighbours filmed it — what a treat”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 108
- key
- C minor
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.58
- vocal at
- 11.8s
- length
- 2:11
- words
- 178
- clichés
- 0
- language
- Ar
most sung: “habibi” ×12 · “wrong” ×5 · “yalla” ×3
shared with the crate: 23 other songs use “gold” · 34 other songs use “phone” · 14 other songs use “street”
lyrics
(a text notification, then another) (yalla, yalla) You crashed my cousin's wedding — why? Cried to my aunties, suit and tie You brought my mother baklava She ate it all and said 'la, la' (la, la, la!) You spell my name wrong when you plead (when you plead) Three A's, habibi — learn to read Habibi, no — no, no, no Habibi, no — I told you so Habibi, no — my gold hoops swing They shake their heads at everything (no, no, no) You sent a singer to my street My neighbours filmed it — what a treat Now the bakery hums your song Wrong key, habibi — it's all wrong (all wrong, all wrong) Habibi, no — no, no, no Habibi, no — I told you so Habibi, no — my gold hoops swing They shake their heads at everything Khalas means finished, means the end (khalas, khalas) Not 'try again with my best friend' Habibi, no — no, no, no Habibi, no — I told you so Habibi, no — my gold hoops swing They shake their heads at everything (yalla, bye) Habibi... no. (phone powers off chime)