Tell me true
Ex-gospel choir lead who found four-to-the-floor
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 3.0s
- length
- 3:46
- language
- En
lyrics
You came with the chai in a blue enamel cup At Kencom, you looked down when you picked me up You said, “He’s been lying since the second week” I laughed in your face, then I bit my cheek Your thumb kept turning that chipped-up ring My phone went cold on a missed-call screen You said my name like a cracked clay bowl And I felt my pride start losing control Tell me true Tell me true Tell me true Tell me true I don’t like it, but I need it from you On Ngong Road, you watched me fold my scarf Past the matatu rank and the oil-dark tar You showed me the text with the time still pinned I saw my own smile split at the chin Your thumb kept turning that chipped-up ring My phone went cold on a missed-call screen You said my name like a cracked clay bowl And I felt my pride start losing control Tell me true Tell me true Tell me true Tell me true I don’t like it, but I need it from you Now the cups are stacked by the sink at home The mangoes go soft on the table stone You held my coat when I shook that day Some friends save you by not looking away Tell me true Tell me true Tell me true Tell me true I don’t like it, but I need it from you