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Refuses to release anything under four minutes and has been argued with about it constantly
vex on it
the runHonest use case: People who enjoy slow-burn R&B with a focus on intimacy and control.
Exhibit: “I'm not a shot, I'm the decanter.”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 86
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.35
- vocal at
- 5.4s
- length
- 3:45
- words
- 175
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “simmer” ×20 · “baby” ×7 · “slow” ×5
shared with the crate: 76 other songs use “door” · 71 other songs use “night” · 12 other songs use “smoke” · 48 other songs use “morning”
lyrics
A wine ring drying on the oak, your shirt undone to number three. The record's spinning, low-key smoke, and baby, you ain't rushing me. We got till morning, maybe more. Kick your shoes toward the door. Simmer, baby, simmer, good love thickens on a simmer, simmer, baby, simmer, all night on a slow-burn glimmer, don't you dare boil over yet — simmer, and I'll make you sweat. Wax is sliding down the bottle, slow like your hand along my knee. Boy, your eyes are going full throttle — relax, we're moving at my speed. Simmer, baby, simmer, good love thickens on a simmer, simmer, baby, simmer, all night on a slow-burn glimmer, don't you dare boil over yet — simmer, and I'll make you sweat. I'm not a shot, I'm the decanter. Sip me slow, you'll get your answer. Simmer, baby, simmer, good love thickens on a simmer, simmer, baby, simmer, all night on a slow-burn glimmer, don't you dare boil over yet — simmer, and I'll make you sweat. Simmer... Mm. Right there. Simmer.