~one more cup (check, please)~
• Written by KQT
KQT's Notes
first single for the album. penned in one sitting on 27th april, beats me how i did it. lowkey one of my best songs to date.
prod. ifeel, released under BLVCKSHXXP, M.A.D.
// intro (0:11 - 0:22) //
this the place where i watch, i've seen these people talk
they all just come and go but those who stay, their thoughts are fogged
feeling like a hawk the way i watch 'em, juggernaut
i'm praying that i stop
// break (0:22 - 0:33) //
i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i
why, why, why, why, why, why?
hope
// verse 1 (0:33 - 1:18) //
check, check, check please
that's simply what he stuttered out 'fore he wanted to leave
flipping a chip in his hand, yeah, he started on the streets
guess the nines and the tens helped him get up on his feet
aye, somehow he lucked out with pocket queens
man, the rugged house was wrecked, he ain't goin' back to orleans
you could tell it from his eyes cause he wasn't a one to speak
his mind wasn't at ease, his dreams begging for sleep, uh
denim jacket been through a lot
blue stained green from scotch, seven shots down the block
it rang loud and proud like it won't stop, warning from the opps
the dice clattered loudly, winning money from the lots
and now no money to afford it all, now he drinking coffee shots
gots to pop a bottle but he ain't got cash for the shop
chips done turned they backs on him, now haunting in his memories
a sense of deja vu, like a long forgotten entity, oh
// break (1:18 - 1:29) //
damn
he killed his hope
please don't let it go
"okay"
// verse 2 (1:30 - 2:15) //
the whip cracking's the only sound in her ears
her eyes is done crying, someone wipe away all her tears
fears swallowed her whole, choking her, stopping all her prayers
"i don't wanna hear the lie of 'baby, i'm right here '"
she ain't even trusting her son frere
been through thick and thin with her, yet betray him, you'd think she wouldn't dare
breaking they culture's norms cause with him, she can't even feel his warmth
well, who should she trust if her family wants her in the morgue?
gripping her fork and stabbing her damn eclair
you could've sworn the air felt different when the plate clinked over there
yeah, everyone was aware, she would stare back with a smile
the type that could kill if you just gave it a while
the miles done been rough, food soothing her insides
now she has to act tough all just to stay alive
the boiling coffee's cold, her heart is colder, now she's stuck
yet thankful that her hope ain't smouldered, all she asks is 'one more cup'
// break (2:15 - 2:25)
(a deep breath)
// verse 3 (2:25 - 3:09) //
"here's what you asked for, sir and madam "
customers come and go, always thinking of her as random
man, they could never fathom her dreams that's long been shattered
instead of plates and cups, she's just a face, not a soul fractured
bastards go splatter dirt on her shirt, and that's the standard
abuse masked behind dissatisfaction, "customer's always right "
that's hiding the truth behind juice, attempt at distraction
young fools damaging youths, yeah, she wished she could slap 'em
alas, at some point, you gotta bring her ass back to reality
the cafe is truly draining, she's slowly losing sanity
brewing her humanity to a robot, widen that strident smile
surely one satisfied customer could make it all worthwhile
uh, nine in the morning to eleven in the night
it's tough, but it's alright, keep it together, keep it tight
momma and papa been waiting at home, money just nice
day by day, the clock's ticking, she's waiting for them to die
// break (3:10 - 3:20) //
i have no words
or is it just me?
hm
just me
// verse 4 (3:21 - 4:05) //
i've stuck myself up inside my den
i don't see no perseverance, all i see is what's within
a sense of laziness, i ain't even trying to win
i got all these accomplishments and i'm just committing sin
self-deprecation, getting under my own skin
good god, this rawness, i'm gnawing on my own fin
i can't even ball right, my face a stupid grin
skill-less to the point i don't think i can make it in
why try to find comfort? this is disappointment
effort done been wasted, no ointment can cure this
to be for real part two, just my issues i spew this
my mind's a mess, paraded by negative parachutists
then i realise i don't wanna ask god to pass the check, please
i wanna continue, it's like him empowering me
so i think i'll pursue my passions, ignoring they tut-tuts
and i'll be at the door, asking god for one more cup
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KQT
Member since October 19 2024