Your Turn
by Malik Raines · R&B · Made with Suno · 1 play
Style
Prompt
Dancehall-influenced pop with crisp rim clicks, light shakers, deep rounded bass, muted offbeat guitar, and soft glassy keys; smooth intimate male low-mid tenor, rhythmic singing with short melodic rap phrases and restrained chorus harmonies; buoyant 102 BPM syncopation in C-sharp minor; close dry lead, quick vocal entrance, compact arrangement, clean decisive ending
Lyrics
Bag by the door. I ain't picked it up. You know how I look in your hallway light Never seen the sun hit these blinds of mine Got a toothbrush sitting by your sink You don't know which floor I'm living on yet Friday, you send me that dress in the mirror Usually that's all it takes to get me there Tonight I send my address underneath it You ask, "You serious?" Baby, I mean it I still wanna put my hands on you I just wanna see what yours will do Your turn, come to my side Let me be the one waiting up tonight Bring that dress, leave a little room In your overnight bag for tomorrow, too Your turn, come to my side I wanna feel wanted without taking a ride You say it's a long way; I know every light Know where the driver always misses the right Then you ask what I eat, what's open near me First time all week that I feel you hear me Half past ten, got your knock at the door You look past my shoulder: "So this is yours?" Your turn, come to my side Let me be the one waiting up tonight Bring that dress, leave a little room In your overnight bag for tomorrow, too Your turn, come to my side I wanna feel wanted without taking a ride Truth is, at your place, I could leave when it got real Always had a jacket on the back of how I feel Now you're in my kitchen, asking where I keep the plates You came all this way; I gotta let you stay Your turn, you're on my side Your bag beside mine for the very first time No shoes on, let the food go cold You're here now; I'm putting down my coat You ask which side I sleep on. I say, "Move over."