I go walk am home
Barber turned artist
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 8.6s
- length
- 3:02
- language
- En
lyrics
I left Osu with my collar bent Shoe lace loose and my phone half spent Taxi driver asked me where the bag went I told him, “bro, tonight was a dent” The shawarma paper stuck to my wrist One red lip print on the glass I missed My shirt smell sweet from the schnapps and mist And the last door slammed like this At 1:17, I crossed Ring Road Head still heavy with the things you sold I counted coins in my palm, so cold And the night kept dragging my clothes I go walk am home I go walk am home I go walk am home I go walk am home Step by step, I cool my bone I go walk am home I go walk am home I go walk am home At a chop bar gate, the kettle hissed One boy laughed when he saw my face I wiped my mouth with a hand that missed Then I turned fast from that place By Tudu, the rain on my sleeve Small-small drops and a busted weave I kept my head down, let my thoughts leave Till the first matatu made me breathe At 2:04, the roads were bare Only my shadow and a torn-up chair I saw your scarf on a plastic chair But it was just the wind in there I go walk am home I go walk am home I go walk am home I go walk am home Step by step, I cool my bone I go walk am home I go walk am home I go walk am home By the paint shop, the dog barked twice My jaw still tight from your sharp advice I breathed through spice, through dust, through ice Till my room door came in sight I go walk am home I go walk am home I go walk am home I go walk am home Step by step, I cool my bone I go walk am home I go walk am home I go walk am home
