Lyrics
The 436 bus window freezes your face by the new artisan bakery,
(spoken) same spot we used to get the patties from. Funny.
Your new trench coat's the colour of weak tea, you're looking through me, faking it vaguely.
I'm just the grain in the glass, a background plate for the life you're making up daily.
You're a fixed-focus portrait now, sharp at the edges, no room for the concrete bleed.
While I'm out here composing in night mode, finding the light in the cracks like a digital weed.
You look happy, yeah—the kind of happy that's lit for a cover shoot, perfectly toned.
I got that flashbulb joy, the kind that leaves spots in your vision, raw and un-cloned.
[Chorus]
Flashbulb bright, I'm burning the negative.
Red eye glow, ain't nothing comparative.
This exposure's mine, frame it or leave it, selective.
My whole world's in focus, that's my new directive.
[Verse 2]
Remember that summer we tagged the Tustin Estate, your hands shaking holding the stencil?
We developed the proof in the dark, just us and the fumes from a leaky utensil.
Said we'd stay true to the negative, document every last crack in the brutalist grey.
(spoken) Now your aperture's closed to the street, you filter the ISO, you wash it away.
You got the long-exposure life, smoothed out the motion, the grit, and the noise of the ends.
Me? I prefer the contact sheet, every mistake and the moment the shutter ascends.
Your story's a clean edit, a jump cut from Walworth to whatever this curated scene is.
Mine's still a single take, uncut, shaky cam, you can still see the seams in it.
[Spoken-Word Interlude]
(Voice of an older Nigerian woman, slightly distorted, like a phone call breaking up)
"Ah, Klexa. Listen. Some people, they get the picture they want. Some people, they become the picture someone else wanted. You must know which one you are. Don't let them crop you out of your own life, you hear?"
[Chorus]
Flashbulb bright, I'm burning the negative.
Red eye glow, ain't nothing comparative.
This exposure's mine, frame it or leave it, selective.
My whole world's in focus, that's my new directive.
[Outro]
The bus pulls off. Slow shutter.
Gone.
About KLEXA
Klexa Adebayo learned to play cello in a council-funded program on the Aylesbury Estate, the same South London concrete sprawl she chronicles in her music. The daughter of a Nigerian hospital cleaner who worked double shifts, Klexa builds her beats from distorted loops of the very instrument her mother went into debt to buy her. Her commanding, rapid-fire lyrics are dispatches from the London…
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