28 Years

Twenty eight, twenty eight
Damn the parties, forget the cake
I woke up right side of the bed
Singing twenty eight, twenty eight
Twenty eight, twenty eight
Damn the parties, forget the cake
I woke up right side of the bed
Singing twenty eight, twenty eight

What will I do without me?
(I don't know)
I am my own bestie
I just survived 27 years
Now I've added one to it
(Yas!)
It's been a while since I released a poem
I guessing I should go back
To twenty twenty, 24 Years
Is such an epic throwback
(Mehn)
In front of my house and she says
1 day and if you hear say
If you heard just the raps, you came late
You missed the J19 days
You missed the days on radio
Hanging out with Fada Kane
This rapper went from the stage to radio
Before he made it to the TV screen
(Yeah)

Twenty eight, twenty eight
Damn the parties, forget the cake
I woke up right side of the bed
Singing twenty eight, twenty eight
Twenty eight, twenty eight
Damn the parties, forget the cake
I woke up right side of the bed
Singing twenty eight, twenty eight

Today I'm reflecting
('flecting)
Responding to messages, sexting
(I'm sexting)
Cooking for Baybee and resting
(I'm resting)
Releasing a song, what's the next thing?
(Don't know)
Remembering the people that don't rate me
The door is open you can exit
(You should get out)
I'll probably run out of airtime
Because you don't give me my credits
(Yeah, yeah)
All the sorries that I said just to get laid
(I remember it)
All the thank you that I didn't get
And pretended that it didn't matter
(I remember it)
All the dilemma between giving alms
And judging beggars for not working harder
(I remember it)
All the efforts not to get her pregnant
While I'm claiming I wanna be a father
These days, I don't even even worry
Everything that happens forms a bigger story
(Whew!)
Couldn't visit my sis in the hospital
But she's home now, to God be the glory
(Facts)
Turning my friends to my work buddies
No competition, let's all make this money
How many more people should I put on
Before you'll start building statues for me
(I need it now)
Listen to the hook and you'll know my age
Born early enough not to be a Gen Z-er
Was one years short of being a teenager
When they dropped the musical, Mamma Mia!
I'm pushing hard, you'd prolly see me sweating
But I smell nice, say thanks to Nivea
God's brightest student or his favourite
Cause he never fails me-ah



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