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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wendy Shay
Wendy Shay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wendy Addo
Wendy Addo
Songwriter
Kojo Kurankye
Kojo Kurankye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samsney
Samsney
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Huu yeah yeah yeah yeah
Huu yeah yeah yeah
Huu yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 1]
Stepping out on the street by yourself
It’s too dangerous
Charley is too dangerous
Uh-uh yeah
And you also cannot stay in your bed
If you want to chop
Abi you want to chop
Uh-uh yeah
[Verse 2]
Too many vultures
Too many killers
Too many haters
Too many snitches
Back bitters too many demons yeah
Nea wodwen sɛ ɔyɛ wadamfo no
Ɔnoa na ɔka wakyi nsɛm
Enti Agya m'ani da wo so oo-oo-ooh
[Chorus]
I need an angel, to watch over me
Cos the street is too cold oh waa-ah
As I step out to grind, if I die before I get rich
I pray my soul oh Lord to keep Holy Father
[Verse 3]
I left home to feed home
Mayɛ ankonam I dey alone
This year God make you bless me
Cos this kind pressure I no fit handle
I have been walking many days
Many nights non-stop on foot
No food and no any water
This road is a lonely road
To survive only Nyame knows
I'm a one girl soldier
Dread lock Rasta
High like Ganja
Breaking border
Mayɛ sɛ Yaa asantewaa
Ɔboɔba mente gyae koraa
Nea wodwen sɛ ɔyɛ wadamfo no
Ɔnoa na ɔka wakyi nsɛm
Enti Agya m'ani da wo so oo-oo-ooh
[Chorus]
I need an angel, to watch over me
Cos the street is too cold oh waa-ah
As I step out to grind, if I die before I get rich
I pray my soul oh Lord to keep Holy Father
[Verse 4]
Ei Holy Father guidance and protection
E dey pain dem we get attention
Ɔmo mpɛ yɛ asɛm but none of dem cyan show we tension
Hm the street is cold
But wo kyerɛ yɛn at ease ah yɛbɛ kyerɛ wo attention
Cos we dey pon higher meditation
Ei yɛn nhyira no hyerɛn dem cyan cool it
Dema eye red but dem too late
Cos otweduampong na bɔ yɛn ho ban
Na mese street no so
Real no wɔmu but fake no so
Pataku bamu a hwɛ yɛ tia tia no so otweduampong na bɔ yɛn ho ban
[Verse 5]
Oh Lord I'm here still knocking on your door
Hoping you hear my cry don't let me fall
Firi sɛ afei deɛ mapim
Afei deɛ mapim
Menhunu neɛ menyɛ o
Makoma da gya mu ooh oooh
[Chorus]
I need an angel, to watch over me
Cos the street is too cold oh waa-ah
As I step out to grind, if I die before I get rich
I pray my soul oh Lord to keep Holy Father
[Outro]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Written by: Kojo Kurankye, Wendy Addo
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