Tell me straight, tell me straight
Mother stayed in Lagos
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.77
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.43
- vocal at
- 9.2s
- length
- 2:34
- language
- En
lyrics
You saw my phone face-up on the bed Late train ticket, red cup, half-cut bread You looked at my shoes by the front door mat Said, "You moved funny" — and I felt that From Lagos rain to Peckham roads You still know where the lie one goes You pushed the plate back, let me see The truth sits heavy at your feet Tell me straight, tell me straight Tell me straight, tell me straight You never dress it up for me Tell me straight, tell me straight You came through in that blue head wrap Hollered my name when I tried to clap Saw my mascara on your white T-shirt Said, "That man keeps you in the hurt" You made room near the window seat Said, "Baby, look at what you keep" The kettle cried, the plate went cold You didn't flinch, you let it show Tell me straight, tell me straight Tell me straight, tell me straight You never dress it up for me Tell me straight, tell me straight Your keys in the bowl, my toast went dry You said my smile was built on lies I stared at the tiles, then at my ring You knew that silence would sting Tell me straight, tell me straight Tell me straight, tell me straight You never dress it up for me Tell me straight, tell me straight