I’m good like this
Mother stayed in Lagos
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 11.5s
- length
- 2:26
- language
- En
lyrics
Birthday cake in the fridge, still closed Gold hoops on the tray, I chose I washed one plate, left the rest Took the long way home from Peckham, dressed By seven, my phone stayed mute Tin of Fanta warm by my boots I lit one candle, let it lean No crowd, just me and the kitchen clean I kept my day on silent Blue bowl, white spoon, I’m smiling No doorbell, no receipts Just my name on the pastry sheet I’m good like this I’m good like this I’m good like this I’m good like this Mama called twice from Lagos side I let it ring, then I replied “Baby, I’m fine, I made stew” One small bowl, two cubes of blue I wore that silk dress by the sink Touched up my gloss in a cracked mirror blink Left one slice for the morning light Whole room calm, I slept all right I’m good like this I’m good like this I’m good like this I’m good like this Next year maybe twenty chairs Maybe horns, maybe sweaty stairs But tonight my table’s set For one girl, and I’m not done yet I’m good like this I’m good like this I’m good like this I’m good like this