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Tunde Bakare

Never said it, never said it

Studied engineering and dropped out one term short; raps about the maths of getting out

the numbers

bpm
112
key
G minor
energy
0.70
dance
0.84
valence
0.43
vocal at
0.5s
length
2:12
language
En

lyrics

I wrote it on a Post-it, stuck by the kettle

Three pages in my drawer, same crease, same metal

Your mug still on the drainer, blue rim, one crack

I practised in the mirror, then I put it right back

I had the whole thing ready, every word in time

But you walked past the door and I lost my line

I paced by the bus stop, twelve minutes late

Phone in my palm, screen lit, heart on shake

I swallowed that speech, let it sit in my chest

By the time you turned round, I had nothing left

Never said it, never said it

Never said it, never said it

Never said it, never said it

Never said it, never said it

I kept that text unsent, thumb froze on the screen

Drafts in the notes app, midnight, black and clean

Tube card in my coat, your scarf on the chair

I built that whole argument, then you weren’t there

I even chose my words, sharp, neat, and slow

But you laughed at some joke and let the moment go

Never said it, never said it

Never said it, never said it

Never said it, never said it

Never said it, never said it

Now it’s two in the morning, rain on the panes

I’m folding that paper, smoothing the strain

If you come back round, I won’t pretend

I still got that speech, but I lost the end

Never said it, never said it

Never said it, never said it

Never said it, never said it

Never said it, never said it