No More Naija Men

I seem to go for Naija men that love to have me stressing

My brethren's 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 braid looks just like Medusa

I'm trying to get all my food up

I'm rapping man, uh, uh, uh

A lyrical assassination I've put in placement

'Cause I ain't 'bout to serve the main course, this a 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

You constantly bring up old shit (Shit, shit, shit)

Aye, like it's the hate hollow and worry, I hang on it

Took a millisecond composure to language this

Every sentence leaving your lip, I would hang on it

Thoughts of walking into the sun but our hands don't fit

Yet 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 keep me robust

But the topic headed right back to the rearrange gut

I was trying to get you to drop me and you and make us

Your infatuation with pussy it 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 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-all fall down

For a piece he would burn this whole thing to the ground

For a piece he would fuck up on his best friends girl

For a piece he would-

Aye, aye

Like it's the hate hollow and worry I hang on it

Took a millisecond composure to language this

Every sentence leaving your lip, I would hang on it

Thoughts of walkIng into the sun but our hands don't fit

It's the hate hollow and worry, I hang on it

Took a millisecond composure to language this

Every sentence leaving your lip, I would hang on it

Thoughts of walkIng into the sun but our hands don't fit