Postcode Weather
Studied engineering and dropped out one term short; raps about the maths of getting out
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- G# major
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.88
- valence
- 0.41
- vocal at
- 0.1s
- length
- 7:59
- language
- En
lyrics
(cold, innit) Second year engineering, I could do the maths Worked out the odds of everything on this estate Every number said get out, so I got out (got out, got out) Then the same maths told me nobody else could They call it luck (call it luck) Luck is just a variable you can't see yet Postcode weather (weather, weather) Same sky, different forecast Postcode weather Depends where you're standing when it breaks My brother's clever, cleverer than me He's doing eight years for a decision made in four seconds I've done the sum a hundred times, it never balances (never balances) Four seconds against eight years, that's not a rate I dropped out one term short. Everyone asks why. The answer is the answer to everything round here. (808 SLIDES BACK IN) Postcode weather (weather, weather) Same sky, different forecast Postcode weather Depends where you're standing when it breaks (postcode weather...)