Focus

My thoughts are my own
But my choices are judged
Life is a drug people indulge
I am myself
But I am evolved
Had a little taste
Now I'm stuck
Stuck to the rhythm
And the vibe and the sound
I am a dealer
And I sell good vibes
And I ain't stopping
Anytime soon
I got real big moves
Like a dance school
My life like a show room
Smoke pumping
Like a test drive
Never settle for a fair prize
Got cheese like a mouse trap
Red zone I be nuclear
Me I get goons
Weh be mafia
Make dem clear road
Be like midnight
Come through
Be like daylight
Me I shine bright
I be like sunrise

Many many things
Wey don sup
Make you forget all the things
Wey you don loss
In the cold in the sun
I go turn up
Make you put calls
If you reason everything
Wey don sup
All the things wey you want
They your front
Make you no loose guard
Face your hustle
Men no get joy

See mi heart full of pieces
Pieces from mi choices
Broken memories
I still feel as though
This shit ain't real tho
See I can't get enough of
The things that I need
See I can't get enough of
The things that I want
I am never pleased
Stuck in a moment
This little light of mine
I'ma let it shine
I'ma let it blind your eyes
I'ma let it be your guide
I'ma shine day and night
Dusk till dawn
I'm killing it
Red zone i be nuclear
Me I get goons
Wey be mafia
Make them clear road
Be like midnight
Come through
Be like daylight
Me I shine bright
I be like sunrise

Many many things
Wey don sup
Make you forget
All the things
Wey you don loss
In the cold in the sun
I go turn up
Make you put calls
If you reason everything
Wey don sup
All the things
Weh you want
Dey your front
Make you no loose guard
Face your hustle
Men no get joy

Had a little taste
Now I'm stuck
Stuck to the rhythm
And the vibe and the sound
I am a dealer
And I sell good vibes
And I ain't stopping
Anytime soon
Red zone I be nuclear
Me I get goons
Weh be mafia
Make them clear road
Be like midnight
Come through be like daylight
Me I shine bright
I be like sunrise

Many many things
Wey don sup
Make you forget
All the things
Wey you don loss
In the cold in the sun
I go turn up
Make you put calls
If you reason everything
Wey don sup
All the things
Weh you want
Dey your front
Make you no loose guard
Face your hustle
Men no get joy



Credits
Writer(s): Ukonne Iheanyi
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