Last card out, I’m out
Ex-gospel choir lead who found four-to-the-floor
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 2.7s
- length
- 3:34
- language
- En
lyrics
Last night, I stacked my pens by the till Blue apron folded, hanging still Clock on the wall said six-fifteen My badge hit the tray like a small machine Steam on the glass, brown tea gone cold One more sweep, then I’m gone for good Keys in my palm, receipt paper roll I smile at the names I still know Last card out, I’m out Last card out, I’m out Last card out, I’m out Last card out, I’m out Mop bucket rolling past the back room door Tile floor shining like it did before Auntie at the counter slid me a mandazi Said, “You’ll miss this place,” and I nodded quietly Early bus breath, dust on my shoes Forklift backing up, same old tune One last laugh by the broken fan Then I’m gone, but I know where I stand Last card out, I’m out Last card out, I’m out Last card out, I’m out Last card out, I’m out I hated the hours, the lift that stuck The manager’s frown, the drawer that jammed up Still, I learned every face, every route, every name Funny how a hard place still leaves a stain Last card out, I’m out Last card out, I’m out Last card out, I’m out Last card out, I’m out