Folding Chairs
by Malik Raines · R&B · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
hip-hip, hiphop, r&b, afro-r&b
Prompt
Afro-R&B, rounded dancing bass, syncopated hand percussion and soft shakers beneath airy clean guitar and warm electric piano; close natural male low-mid tenor with relaxed melodic phrasing and gentle chorus harmonies; flowing 102 BPM groove, intimate summer-evening warmth, full-length arrangement with spacious sung sections and a clean outro ending
Lyrics
You say, "Watch the box by the door" I leave my shoes beside yours You ask me where I wanna sit Anywhere, long as you're in it Your new place echoes when you say my name No curtains yet, just a bare window frame Two folding chairs borrowed from your aunt You say a proper dinner's gonna have to wait I've got takeout warming up my hands You've got wine cooling in a saucepan Can't find the glasses, so we use two cups You keep saying sorry while I fill them up The table is a box marked "Kitchen things" You tuck a paper napkin underneath my drink I hold the carton while you find a fork You sit beside me, knees against my shorts Somebody downstairs has their radio on You hum a little, then you sing along I ask you for the name; you shake your head Say your mother used to play it by your bed Put your plate beside mine Let the whole day fall behind You don't have to get it perfect I'm already glad I came Two folding chairs, pull yours over here We got somewhere to sit, nowhere to rush Let the good part happen here Let me get a little closer, love Two folding chairs, baby, pull yours near We don't need another thing To make a night worth keeping Let the good part happen here Right here, with the boxes unpacked Right here, let me lean a little back Your hand finds mine when the evening cools I could get used to a room with you Next Sunday, I bring rollers in a bag Old white tee and a pair of paint-stained pants You chose the yellow that we liked that night Tested it beside the window in the light We move the folding chairs into the hall Tape the edges, then we start the wall You catch a little yellow on my ear I turn around and leave some on your sleeve By two o'clock, the sandwiches are gone We've only finished half of what we're working on You say, "You can go, I know you got things" I say, "I left the afternoon for this" We bring the chairs back when the floor is clear Watch the wet paint drying while we sit right here You rest your tired feet across my knee Ask what I want next week for something to eat You don't call it making plans Just a question where we stand I say anything you're having You say, "Good, I'll make enough" Two folding chairs, pull yours over here We got somewhere to sit, nowhere to rush Let the good part happen here Let me get a little closer, love Two folding chairs, baby, pull yours near We don't need another thing To make a night worth keeping Let the good part happen here I used to book a table with a view When I didn't know how to talk to you Pick a place so loud we'd have to lean Never had to say what I really mean Here you ask me if I'm doing okay I tell you why I almost canceled yesterday Thought you'd see me with nothing much to give No big night, just the week that I had lived You say, "I almost put you off myself Wanted you to see it with the shelves" All that time we spent on getting ready Could've spent an evening here already Two folding chairs, pull yours over here We got somewhere to sit, nowhere to rush Let the good part happen here Let me get a little closer, love Two folding chairs, baby, pull yours near We don't need another thing To make a night worth keeping Let the good part happen here When the sofa comes, we'll try it out Put our feet up, see what that's about Till then, bring your chair against mine I like the way we're taking our time You fold one chair, I take the other Lean them by the wall together There's a little yellow on my sleeve You say, "That might not ever leave" I look down and let it be You've got a little left on me