Leave my key on the ring
Mother stayed in Lagos
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.89
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 21.6s
- length
- 2:48
- language
- En
lyrics
Last shift, my badge on the tray Milk skin on my hands from the day I wipe down the till with a rag Fold my apron, tuck it in the bag The blue floor wet by the gate Forty-seven minutes till eight I fake one smile at the glass While my namesake sticker peels off fast My bus card warm in my palm I clock the wall, keeping calm One more sweep, one more light Then I’m gone from this side tonight Clock out clean, clock out clean, clock out clean, clock out clean Leave my key on the ring Clock out clean, clock out clean, clock out clean, clock out clean Hear that kettle stop singing Peckham rain on my boots Train in my chest, same route From Lagos roads to this lane I learned to smile through the strain The receipt roll curls on my shoe Last call, then I’m through I miss the fryer’s hiss and steam Even what used to drain my dream Clock out clean, clock out clean, clock out clean, clock out clean Leave my key on the ring Clock out clean, clock out clean, clock out clean, clock out clean Hear that kettle stop singing I know every chip in that sink Every pause when the coolers blink You can keep the apron stain I’ll keep the coin, I’ll keep the rain Clock out clean, clock out clean, clock out clean, clock out clean Leave my key on the ring Clock out clean, clock out clean, clock out clean, clock out clean Hear that kettle stop singing