Shoulda said it
Built a studio in a building with one wall missing and never fixed the wall
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- C# minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 3.7s
- length
- 1:59
- language
- Ar
lyrics
Sun scorchin' Beirut, asphalt shimmerin' hot Pacing my apartment, thoughts all tangled in a knot Bottle of almaza sweat, condensation drippin' slow Practicin' my lines, for a fight that wouldn't grow Keys in my hand, phone buzzed once, then went dark Heart thumpin' heavy, leavin' its damn mark Shoulda said it Shoulda said it Shoulda said it Words all stuck, yeah Picture frame tilted, your face, a faded grin Flicked a stray crumb, from where the toast had been My jacket on the chair, still smellin' of your scent Each perfect insult, a message never sent Shoulda said it Shoulda said it Shoulda said it Words all stuck, yeah Taxi horn blarin', outside on Hamra street My breath held tight, bitter, kinda sweet Rehearsed the whole thing, every single sting But the bell never rang, didn