I made it here, I made it mine
A collective, not a person
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.78
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 16.5s
- length
- 3:19
- language
- En
lyrics
Box knife on the floor, I slice the tape One blue plate, one pot, and a plastic crate Rice in the bag, I wash it in the sink Braam flats quiet, but my belly won’t blink I open the window, smell taxi dust and rain Lemon on the board, I salt it once again Five-seventeen, my shirt still smells of paint First meal in my own place, I cook it patient Water hits the pot, starts talking back Steam on the tiles, I watch it stack On this side of town, I’m building from scratch One small meal, but it feels like that First pot, first pot, first pot, first pot I made it here, I made it mine First pot, first pot, first pot, first pot One flat, one stove, one life First pot, first pot, first pot, first pot The spoon in my hand feels right First pot, first pot, first pot, first pot I eat, then I breathe tonight Tomato on the spoon, red on my thumb Neighbor’s bass in the wall, low and numb I fry the onions slow till they turn gold Cold tile under feet, but the room feels bold Mama’s old pot, dent on the side Carried from home, now it rides with pride Chilli flakes on top, I taste my name Same man in the mirror, but the room changed First pot, first pot, first pot, first pot I made it here, I made it mine First pot, first pot, first pot, first pot One flat, one stove, one life First pot, first pot, first pot, first pot The spoon in my hand feels right First pot, first pot, first pot, first pot I eat, then I breathe tonight Late bus grinding past, windows shiver A fork on the table, a spoon, a lighter I laugh by myself at the soup’s small steam No crowd, just a bowl and a brand-new dream First pot, first pot, first pot, first pot I made it here, I made it mine First pot, first pot, first pot, first pot One flat, one stove, one life First pot, first pot, first pot, first pot The spoon in my hand feels right First pot, first pot, first pot, first pot I eat, then I breathe tonight