Tell me straight
Wears the costume to the supermarket because the costume is not a costume
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.60
- vocal at
- 6.4s
- length
- 3:15
- language
- En
lyrics
You said it by the deli door Sun on the oil stain, checkered floor My iced tea shook, the spoon hit glass You looked me in the eye, no pass My coat was half-on, phone in hand You said the part I wouldn’t stand MTA rumble under my shoes Truth in your mouth, bad news to use And I laughed too hard At the corner receipt You held the line I felt the heat You didn’t flinch You didn’t play nice You cut it clean Right through my disguise Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight I’d rather bruise Than be held up Tell me straight Tell me straight In the bodega, by the stacked-up cans You saw the crack before I ran My lipstick case, my keys, my pride All on the counter, nowhere to hide You said my phone kept lighting up With the same old name, the same bad luck I stared at the gum rack, red and blue You told me what I already knew And I hated you For being right For naming the mess Under the light But you stayed there With your quiet face A friend can be cruel In the kindest way Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight I’d rather bruise Than be held up Tell me straight Tell me straight At the laundromat, 8:14 Quarter slots clinked in the machine You folded my hurt Like a shirt too small Said, “Baby, look” And let it fall Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight I’d rather bruise Than be held up Tell me straight Tell me straight