You say my name
Barber turned artist
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- D minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.50
- vocal at
- 18.6s
- length
- 2:39
- language
- En
lyrics
At Makola, you call me soft, like mango skin in your palm. My name comes back, turned and tossed, like church cloth folded calm. You sip your tea by the fan, and say it slow, mouth close. Everybody else says it plain, but yours still hits the most. Late by the kiosk wall, you lean in and say it twice. I catch it under your breath, and it feels like Friday night. You say my name You say my name You say my name You say my name On a trotro home from Ring Road, your laugh cuts through the rain. You make four letters sound gold, like beads on a fresh white chain. My boys say it fast and rough, like dust on a stone step. But when you call from the doorway, I turn before you check. You say my name You say my name You say my name You say my name At the chop bar, under blue tin, you roll it slow, no shame. Even the seller looks up when you bend and change my name. You say my name You say my name You say my name You say my name