Second ring, my guy
Barber turned artist
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.87
- valence
- 0.43
- vocal at
- 8.6s
- length
- 7:59
- language
- En
lyrics
At three a.m. the screen still glows Mile Seven sleep in my chest, but you know You answer fast, make room in your bed One ring, two ring, then your voice in my head Spintex road, the driver still waits Your laugh cuts through the dark like freight I say, "bro, are you up?" You say, "I’m here, what’s up?" Second ring, my guy Second ring, my guy Second ring, my guy Second ring, my guy You never leave me dry You never leave me dry Sachet water cold by the blue plastic chair My palm on the phone, and you’re already there Korle side silence, your words set me free Second ring saves me, same as it did for me The clock on the wall says three You pick up clean, no questions from me Just that calm in your tone Like you built this road back home Second ring, my guy Second ring, my guy Second ring, my guy Second ring, my guy You never leave me dry You never leave me dry If the whole house sleeps, you don’t If my voice shakes, you won’t You catch the miss, you catch the call You catch me steady after all Second ring, my guy Second ring, my guy Second ring, my guy Second ring, my guy You never leave me dry You never leave me dry