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Your Move

by Malik Raines · R&B · Made with Suno · 1 play

Cover art for Your Move

Style

hip-hip, hiphop, r&b, reggaeton, afro-pop

Prompt

Reggaeton-influenced light Afro-pop syncopation, muted guitar, warm airy keys, soft punchy kick, crisp rim clicks, shakers and rounded bass; subtle tape saturation; relaxed 100 BPM 4/4 pulse; close conversational duet with warm male low-mid tenor and confident female mezzo-soprano, alternating leads, blended hooks, restrained melodic rap pockets and held hook endings

Lyrics

You keep watching my hands Is it the game or something else? I was trying to read your next move You caught me reading something else Your cousin says you never lose at this You pull a chair up, say we'll have to see I shuffle all the pieces with my fingertips You look down late, then look right back at me The speaker on the windowsill is skipping Somebody's making room beside the grill You ask me if I need another drink I say, "You've got a turn to take here still" You put a double down like it's a statement I close the open end and watch you blink You say I must've learned to play for money I say you talk a lot when you should think Your knee keeps finding mine beneath the table You move it back like I won't understand I leave mine where it is and let you notice Then take the piece you're hiding in your hand You got me forgetting what I came to do I don't mind a little losing if it's you If you want another round, just say it You don't have to hide behind the game Your move, come a little closer You know what that smile can do Your move, let me see what you're thinking I can tell you're holding something, too We can leave the score where it is Let the music tell us what comes next Your move, I'm right here with you We don't need another reason to Take your time, but don't take all night I can see the question in your eyes Give me your hand, I'll make it clear No more guessing why I'm sitting here They take the plates inside, the game's forgotten You've got the last piece waiting by your cup I say I owe you something for the lesson You say a dance would probably be enough I've had a whole night ready with an answer Now I stand and almost catch my chair You laugh and take my hand before I steady Say, "All that confidence, where did it disappear?" We find a little space beside the doorway You turn and put my hand against your waist I follow while you show me where the step lands Then catch it when the rhythm comes around again My cousin starts to tease us from the kitchen You wave her off without letting me go I ask you how you know the host so well You say, "I told him he should have you over" Now you know I had a reason for the spare chair I was hoping you would end up sitting there If you want another dance, just say it I can leave the whole night in your hands Your move, come a little closer You know what that smile can do Your move, let me see what you're thinking I can tell you're holding something, too We can leave the score where it is Let the music tell us what comes next Your move, I'm right here with you We don't need another reason to I nearly left before you came this evening Kept telling everybody I was tired Then heard your laugh come up the stairway And asked if we could set the game outside I asked him if you'd be here before I answered Changed my shirt twice, blamed it on the heat You weren't the only one with something planned here I just didn't know if you were looking back at me All that time we spent on acting casual Now we're laughing at the things we tried to hide You lean in and I meet you in the middle We let the next song start before we open up our eyes Your move, come a little closer You know what that smile can do You can have the last word on the game If I get another dance with you Your move, now I know the answer I was holding something back from you You can lose the score and keep my number Call me when you want another round or two We can leave the score where it is Let the music tell us what comes next Your move, I'm right here with you We don't need another reason to Same time next week, you free? Bring a better game if you're playing me I'll bring the music, you can keep the score You know I'll be coming back for more

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