Solo today, solo today
Barber turned artist
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.88
- valence
- 0.49
- vocal at
- 9.3s
- length
- 3:04
- language
- En
lyrics
I locked my gate at nine Left the cake in the fridge, let the cold keep time One plate on the table, one spoon by the wine I watched the fan turn slow, I was doing just fine Phone face down by the TV glow Socks on the chair, no plan, no show You can pass my door, but the answer is no Today I kept my peace in a small room in Osu No guests, no parade Just plantain chips on a blue enamel plate I smiled at the clock when it touched half-past eight If I chose this quiet, then let it be great Solo today, solo today Solo today, solo today I kept it that way, I kept it that way Solo today, solo today I walked to the corner, bought oranges and bread Knew the baker by name, took my change and I left Back home I cut one slice and ate it by the bed With Accra in my window and a clean open chest No candle crowd, no drum on the floor Just one brown loaf and a breeze through the door If I need my own space, I don’t need to explain more A quiet birthday fits me more and more No guests, no parade Just plantain chips on a blue enamel plate I smiled at the clock when it touched half-past eight If I chose this quiet, then let it be great Solo today, solo today Solo today, solo today I kept it that way, I kept it that way Solo today, solo today Let them call it lonely I call it a fresh new chain I turned my face to the window Watched the first rain stain One day for my own name One day for my own pace If joy comes softly I’ll still make space Solo today, solo today Solo today, solo today I kept it that way, I kept it that way Solo today, solo today