(I'm gonna marry a Nigerian)
(And you're gonna wear gele to my wedding)
(My Nigerian babe)
I seem to go for Naija men
That love to have me stressing
My burdens told me to broad my pool
I might be blocking blessings
Enrolling up in the school of life
And learning all these lessons
'Cause time has been of the essence
And clearly it's getting pressing
I'm pressing buttons, I'm clued up
My braids look just like Medusa
I'm tryna get all my food up
I'm rapping man a,h ah, ah
A lyrical assassination I put in placement
'Cause I ain't about to serve the main course, this as taster
I roll around the ends
Find peace like I'm Buddha
Roll deep got my hood up
No beef 'cause I'm good up
You wanna be bad so bad and it's boring
You constantly bring up old shit and I'm yawning, yeah (and I'm yawning, yeah)
You constantly bring up old shit (you constantly bring up old shit, shit, shit, shit)
Hey, llke it's the hate, hollow and worry I hang on it (hang on it)
Took a millisecond of composure to language this
Every sentence leaving your lip I would hang on it (hang on it)
Thoughts of walking into the sun
But our hands don't fit (hands don't fit)
Yeah still jiggy I got it
I pay for it, I want it
I spend, look at this change
I stay stuck in some pain
I stand still in the rain
My hair can't back it
Knee deep in your love
My heart can't hack it
Yeah the constant need for affection
It keeps me robust
But the topic headed right back to the rearranged guts
I was tryna get you to drop me
And you were made us
Your infatuation with pussy and keep your eyes block
And why they teaching that women's the problem, educate us
And why you had me deep in my feelings
A sorry can't run
Seen Eve with the apple
Lead me into battle
For a piece he would break his bond with Jesus, I'm rattled
For a piece, he would let it all fall down
For a piece, he would burn this whole thing to the ground
For a piece, he would fuck on his best friend's girl
For a piece he would, hey, hey
Like it's the hate, hollow and worry I hang on it
Took a millisecond of composure to language this
Every sentence leaving your lips I would hang on it (on it)
Thoughts of walking into the sun
But our hands don't fit (hands don't fit)
It's the hate, the hollow and worry I hang on it (hang on it)
Took a millisecond of composure to language this
Every sentence leaving your lips I would hang on it (hang on it)
Thoughts of walking into the sun, but our hands don't fit (hands don't fit)