Check out Erigga Ballads Of A Lost Boy (Word Poetry) Lyrics
Charming Nigerian rapper and talented songwriter, Erigga has officially spill out the lyrics to his previously released single which he tags “Ballads Of A Lost Boy (Word Poetry)”.
Erigga – Ballads Of A Lost Boy (Word Poetry) Lyrics
My name na EriggaFor those wey just enter my school of thoughtThe things we thought before motivationWe’ve been on topBut I’m still lost
Lost in my thoughtFinding faultIs it mine? Is it yours?Funny thoughtBefore the story drop why don’t we take some shots
Warri crisis 1997 enter 1999 really shape my thinkingLost a lot of my bros and sists in a blinkingForget the oil for ground, I refine the one for my headMade money but I’m still lost
Part of my still lostToast to the thinking “entitlement go make us rich”People switch like fake yansh and real yanshIt’s hard to tell which is which
Lost in the women and the drinking smoking and hopingThat one day my government go serve meDem no tell me before I switch to investing in myselfEmpty my savings1999 for okumagba avenue 9 ErieovoDeepest part of the getto, darkest, everyone know
Africa wake e dey happenPeople dey hear the voice now e dey happenBrezz go blow small small politicians yansh go open showFowl dey beat ole fowl, e dey happenSleeping sons of Jacob wake up, e dey happenEveryday for the thief but one dey for who catch am, e dey happen
Erigga too good God make dem dash amWith all the things he’s been throughNothing scratch amWhen God say na your time na your time
No matter the continent you find yourself or anywhere you deyNa still your time ’cause na thesame timeBut at the same time we dey grind
I know people when tell me say my album go flopFast forward them shock to see am they popI rather dey on top chart than on top your girlMoney na the only friend we fit rely on well
Na me be that basket way dem de use fetch waterJust to disgrace bucket, stop playing with me
If you dey go through alot my brother go come, stop playing with meWe have all been through there no use sub me, disturb meNa beggie biggie make you feel say ur brother stingy
Entitlement na disease enter pharmacyFor am to pain I gats talk am for pidginNobody owe you chi chi so brother namaste
2016 I dey cell dey think my lifeDey write for wall I swear I almost mentosFor matter way no concern me, naso them find meHand cuff me like arm robber when dey pem toolsThat was then I no sure say e fit happen again
I’m wiser now money dey I can’t complainNever to catch falling knife leave them make dem talkNa ribina una be, we no be GodWe no be bloodA king and a slave for it is both our duties to serve othersBallads of a lost boy
The movement just dey startUna go soon dey take ordersAbeg
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