This song is not yours
Barber turned artist
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.87
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 22.9s
- length
- 2:32
- language
- En
lyrics
You left your tote bag by my chair My blue shirt hangs on the line by the stair Ghana-Must-Go bags, we split that load Now your side of the bed holds the cold We used to laugh by Osu, late Now the kettle sings at a different date Your lip gloss by the sink still shines But your last voice note don’t fit these lines Friday night, I passed your road Saw your curtains close, felt the load My number still in your red handset But that sweet tune now got a new set This song is not yours This song is not yours This song is not yours This song is not yours I heard it in the taxi from Ridge to town Same little rhyme, but the meaning fell down Your name in the hook, now it stings my mouth Like cold sachet water from the North to the South At Circle, the driver turned it low I watched my own words in another show Your laugh was the bridge, your touch was the key Now every small note sounds like vacancy This song is not yours This song is not yours This song is not yours This song is not yours Take the ring from the drawer Take the key from the door I kept the chorus, you kept the fight Now it belongs to the break in the night This song is not yours This song is not yours This song is not yours This song is not yours