Tell me straight
Studied engineering and dropped out one term short; raps about the maths of getting out
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- D minor
- energy
- 0.67
- dance
- 0.83
- valence
- 0.50
- vocal at
- 4.0s
- length
- 2:05
- language
- En
lyrics
Got your text on the 4 bus home Said, “Bro, that man ain’t real” I was stood by the off-licence, cold Bag in my hand, tried hard to chill You saw through me at the kebab shop door While I lied with a grin so cheap You said, “Don’t ask if you don’t want more” Now that line sits heavy on me You looked right through my chat Didn’t dress it up for me Hand on the table, flat Said what I wouldn’t see Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight If it hurts, let it hit If it’s real, don’t twist Tell me straight Tell me straight You clocked that cash in my coat was gone You clocked her boots by the stair You said that smile was moving wrong And I knew you’d been there By the escalator, under the cold rail sign You said, “He left you on read” I laughed it off, said “I’m fine” Then your silence filled my head You looked right through my chat Didn’t dress it up for me Hand on the table, flat Said what I wouldn’t see Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight If it hurts, let it hit If it’s real, don’t twist Tell me straight Tell me straight Now I need that truth in my face Not some sweetened-up line If I’m walking the wrong road, say Don’t let me waste my time Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight If it hurts, let it hit If it’s real, don’t twist Tell me straight Tell me straight