You answer on the second ring
Studied engineering and dropped out one term short; raps about the maths of getting out
the numbers
- bpm
- 70
- key
- C minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.82
- valence
- 0.41
- vocal at
- 6.2s
- length
- 2:35
- language
- En
lyrics
Three AM, my phone face-down on the shelf Man's been through it, still I don't ring no one else I hear one buzz, then I grip it by the frame You picked up quick, same calm in your name Boots by the door, and a Tesco bag creased My room's all quiet, just a bus past the street You said, "You good?" like you already knew I said, "Need you now," and you said, "I'm with you" Half-ring in the dark, then your voice came through Curtain still twitching, kettle cold in the room No big talk, just "come on, say less" You answer fast when the night starts press Second ring, second ring, second ring, second ring You answer on the second ring Second ring, second ring, second ring, second ring When it's three in the morn, you ring Peckham High Road, your coat got rain on the cuff You came round bare-faced, still moving on trust Shared one vape in the car park, watching it spin You don't ask for the whole story, you let me begin I'm in the back seat, South London drizzle on glass You tap the wheel twice, like, "Bro, that'll pass" A pack of mint gum, and a half-charged phone That's the kind of man that don't leave you alone Second ring, second ring, second ring, second ring You answer on the second ring Second ring, second ring, second ring, second ring When it's three in the morn, you ring If I call and I'm shaking, don't let it go dead If I text just "you up?" with the weight in my chest Same number, same answer, same calm in your tone You make that small sound feel like home Second ring, second ring, second ring, second ring You answer on the second ring Second ring, second ring, second ring, second ring When it's three in the morn, you ring