No room for me, no room for me
Studied engineering and dropped out one term short; raps about the maths of getting out
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.83
- valence
- 0.41
- vocal at
- 2.4s
- length
- 2:48
- language
- En
lyrics
I came back by the bet shop sign Same cracked step, but it ain't mine Old front door got two new rings Your chair's gone, so I leave my things The yard got bins and a bent blue tray No one asked if I been away Window pane holds a different view I stand there long, then I cut through Keys in my palm, but the lock feels light Your name on the post, half gone by night I brought good words and a bag of change Still the whole block moved and arranged No room for me, no room for me No room for me, no room for me No room for me, no room for me No room for me, no room for me Same bus stop, but the bench is new Fresh paint on the wall, cold shade of blue Kids on the rail with a skate deck chip I know that corner, but I missed my grip Your man by the gate with the folded arms He nods one time, then he guards his yard I hear my own steps on the slab outside Then I turn round slow and I don't apply No room for me, no room for me No room for me, no room for me No room for me, no room for me No room for me, no room for me Train home late with a dead phone glow Rain on my sleeve and my jaw held low I left that place with a full-back bag Now it sits still like a snapped-off tag No room for me, no room for me No room for me, no room for me No room for me, no room for me No room for me, no room for me