No more refresh
Ex-gospel choir lead who found four-to-the-floor
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 2.2s
- length
- 3:32
- language
- En
lyrics
This morning at Yaya, I held my tea in hand Phone face down on the table, dust on the screen and stand Your name sat there quiet like rice in a tin I ate my eggs in silence, let the whole thing begin At two ten, I reached for the phone, then I paused Saw my own nails shining, saw my own life flossed Thumb stayed still, no tapping, no pull to the door I laughed at my reflection, and I wanted less more No more refresh No more refresh No more refresh No more refresh At Ngong Road traffic, I watched the matatus pass Blue seats, red dust, and a radio full of bass Your picture used to sit in my palm like a stone Now the bus shook my wrist, and I felt it alone At lunch by the window, I scrolled past the past One breath, then another, and the urge moved fast I paid for my mandazi, folded the napkin tight That’s when I knew, baby, I had won my night No more refresh No more refresh No more refresh No more refresh Friday rain on the tin roof, tapping out time I washed my cup, wiped the counter, left the line No more little circles, no more staring back Just my own steps home on the pavement track No more refresh No more refresh No more refresh No more refresh