Passport Name
Called Ivy at school and something else at home, and both are on the passport
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 172
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 7.6s
- length
- 7:59
- language
- En
lyrics
(eh, eh) The passport says the long one, the one nobody attempts Border guards look at it and then look at me And I watch them decide how much effort I'm worth (I'm worth, I'm worth) Some of them try. I remember every single one who tries. It's four syllables (cuatro silabas) It is not a difficult name, it's an unfamiliar one Passport name, passport name The one they mispronounce is the one that's real Passport name, passport name Say it wrong but say it, that's all I want Starbucks gets "Ivy", the doctor gets the long one Teachers got whatever they invented in September By October I stopped correcting them, which I regret (which I regret) Nineteen years old is when I started correcting people again Mi abuela never called me Ivy. Not once. Not ever. She'd say the whole thing, all four syllables, every time, like it cost her nothing. Because it didn't. Passport name, passport name The one they mispronounce is the one that's real Passport name, passport name Say it wrong but say it, that's all I want (passport name...)