Plus One
by Malik Raines · R&B · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
Prompt
R&B, muted guitar and soft Rhodes over a warm sustained 808, dry trap snare and delicate hats; emotionally intimate mix, relaxed 80 BPM half-time pocket in C-sharp minor; warm male baritone-tenor, close conversational verses with occasional melodic-rap touches, unhurried phrasing and audible breaths, sustained chorus vowels with light harmony stacks
Lyrics
Your name's on the envelope, mine isn't there Just a little box beside it asking who you'll bring You leave it on the counter underneath your keys Say your sister needs an answer by the end of the week I've got a drawer upstairs, know your mother's birthday Still say we're taking time when somebody asks me You buy the coffee that I like without a word I know which stair to skip so your neighbor isn't disturbed All these little ways we already share a life Then I turn into a stranger when it's time to say it right You slide the pen across, let the silence sit I can write a hundred verses, can't fill in this You say, "It's just a wedding" We both know what it means You don't need another promise You need to know who's coming with you when you leave I can't be your plus one, acting like I'm minus you Hold you in the kitchen, leave you out the truth Put my name beside yours, let them know I'm coming If I want this love, I gotta call it something Your plus one, your plus one No more making you explain who I've been Your plus one, your plus one When they ask about us, I won't hesitate again Put me down, put me down You don't have to leave that space open now Bought a navy suit; you said, "Keep the receipt" You've heard a big announcement turn into a maybe So I called your sister, asked what time to be there You kept rinsing dishes, but I saw you stop and stare I wrote my name down, let you read it first You said, "I need this after, too," and every word hurt Saturday, I'm downstairs a little before eight You come out holding shoes, say you're glad I didn't wait At the table, someone asks how long we've been together I look at you and tell them, "Since the end of last September" Your hand finds mine beneath the linen by my knee I stay for every picture; you don't have to look for me You lean against my shoulder When the speeches run too long I used to get uneasy Now I let your whole weight rest against my arm I can't be your plus one, acting like I'm minus you Hold you in the kitchen, leave you out the truth Put my name beside yours, let them know I'm coming If I want this love, I gotta call it something Your plus one, your plus one No more making you explain who I've been Your plus one, your plus one When they ask about us, I won't hesitate again I used to say a label wouldn't change a thing It kept me free to leave; it kept you wondering The question wasn't whether I could wear a tie It's whether I'd be yours outside a Friday night When your car won't start, when the week goes wrong When there's nothing worth a picture and the dress is gone I don't get to call this courage just for walking through a door You were asking for a partner; I was waiting for applause I can't be your plus one, acting like I'm minus you Hold you in the kitchen, leave you out the truth Put my name beside yours, let them know I'm coming If I want this love, I gotta call it something Your plus one, your plus one When the lights come up, I'm still the one you're with Your plus one, your plus one Monday morning, I mean it like I mean it here Leave the invitation on the fridge Next to that picture where your eyes are closed You say we ought to take a better one I say we've got time for those