Tell me straight, tell me straight
Barber turned artist
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- A major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.88
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 13.7s
- length
- 2:51
- language
- En
lyrics
You saw my shirt on the chair You saw her slipper by the stairs You touched my phone with your thumb Then you said, bro, don’t be dumb We sat by the fan at Kanda Soba in the bowl, full of pepper You looked at me like you knew The door was open before noon You said, I know you won’t like this But truth is still truth, my brother You rolled your eyes at my mouth Then pointed straight to the cover Tell me straight, tell me straight Tell me straight, tell me straight I need the bruise, not the bait Tell me straight, tell me straight I wore my pride like a chain You pulled it off in the rain At Osu, near the kiosk You spoke while I stared at the cost You said the signs were on the wall My name was smaller than all I laughed, then I checked my face In the rearview by the place You said, I know you won’t like this But truth is still truth, my brother You folded up your last line And left it clean on the table Tell me straight, tell me straight Tell me straight, tell me straight I need the bruise, not the bait Tell me straight, tell me straight If I twist it, I stay low If you tell it, I can grow Bring the cup, bring the salt Say it clear, make me stop Tell me straight, tell me straight Tell me straight, tell me straight I need the bruise, not the bait Tell me straight, tell me straight