Bolero

By Bathe

On Bicoastal

Released on September 16, 2021

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[Verse 1]

Make me your home

Feed me cassava from the root

Teach me your songs

Born in the languages I never knew

And I'd never own all of the stories you told

But why would I need to?

Why would I need?


[Chorus]

When the sun shines down on the southside

On my little brown world, little brown world

When the sun shines down on the concourse

On my little brown world made in the image of you


[Post-Chorus]

Y yo sé que es temprano

Todavía estoy buscando

Y yo sé que es temprano

Todavía estoy buscando


[Verse 2]

I'll show you my home

Feed you my mother's bacalao

Play Etta Jamеs

Sing you the melodies from hеre and now

And you'll never know the price of the glory we hold

But why would I need to?


[Chorus]

When the sun shines down on the southside

On my little brown world, little brown world

When the sun shines down on the concourse

On my little brown world made in the image of you-you-you


[Bridge]

Tell me it's fine to be landless

Tell me it's cool that I speak the dialect of thieves

Mama tell me that I'm not abandoned

I'm not a casualty, I'm not a casualty, nah

I'm four years removed from the campus

Four years away from makuu and my nubian truths

Mama tell me that I'm not abandoned

I'm not a casualty, might be a casualty, but

Tell me it's fine to be landless

Tell me it's cool that I speak the dialect of thieves

Mama tell me that I'm not abandoned

I'm not a casualty, I'm not a casualty, nah

I'm four years removed from the campus

Four years away from makuu and my nubian truths

Mama tell me that I'm not abandoned

I'm not a casualty, might be a casualty, but

Tell me it's fine to be landless (Tell me that I'm home)

Tell me it's cool that I speak the dialect of thieves (Even if you're wrong)

Mama tell me that I'm not abandoned (Just lie to me)

I'm not a casualty, I'm not a casualty, nah (Just lie to me)

I'm four years removed from the campus (Tell me that I'm home)

Four years away from makuu and my nubian truths (Even if you're wrong)

Mama tell me that I'm not abandoned (Tell me that you saved me some collard greens)

I'm not a casualty, might be a casualty, but