Benjamin Aurelius - Omar Folds The Jump Rope Flat (Copyright Free)

Official Audio for "Omar Folds The Jump Rope Flat" by Benjamin Aurelius out now I offer my music copyright free so creators can use awesome music without the headaches, and make their projects feel bigger, better, and more exciting. Website: http://www.benjaminaurelius.com Email: [email protected] Stream: SoundCloud:   / benjaminaurelius   Instagram -   / bennyscalzo   TikTok -   / bennyscalzo   X - https://x.com/bennyscalzo Lyrics: [Verse 1] Omar folds the jump rope flat on the kitchen tile Storm water drying by the shoes in a crooked line Orange slices waiting in a bowl by the sink Small screen shows a silver capsule in the desert pink Phone keeps scoring every breath that I take Green little bars try to tell me what to make Auntie says leave it face down for a minute You can find your body without living in it [Pre-Chorus] Hall light flickers, then it holds Clean air slips through the window folds I was measuring silence until it bruised Omar ties the handles like a pair of shoes [Chorus] Fold the rope flat, let the bass go low One slow step where the cold drums roll I do not need the numbers to be kind I can miss one rep and still come back mine Fold the rope flat, let the room breathe clear Soft keys floating in the after-rain air I call my mother before the screen turns bright Say the plain thing, then I move right [Verse 2] Neighbor kid tapes a star to the pantry door Draws a flying saucer with a loose blue cord TV is muted, colors move on glass Nobody asks me how fast I passed Omar laughs when the rope end snaps It sounds like a snare in the apartment gap He says all that power outside can wait We got warm oranges and a clean plate [Pre-Chorus] Hall light flickers, then it holds Clean air slips through the window folds I was measuring silence until it bruised Omar ties the handles like a pair of shoes [Chorus] Fold the rope flat, let the bass go low One slow step where the cold drums roll I do not need the numbers to be kind I can miss one rep and still come back mine Fold the rope flat, let the room breathe clear Soft keys floating in the after-rain air I call my mother before the screen turns bright Say the plain thing, then I move right [Bridge] No perfect score on the counter top No little app gets the final word Just rain in the stairwell starting to stop And the sweetest answer I have heard [Final Chorus] Fold the rope flat, let the bass go low One slow step where the cold drums roll I do not need the numbers to be kind I can miss one rep and still come back mine Fold the rope flat, let the room breathe clear Soft keys floating in the after-rain air I call my mother before the screen turns bright Say the plain thing, then I move right