Composure

Yes I know

Im being cynical

(But I'll) rather be alone

On my soul

The faces I dey see

They're telling me to be a little more composed

Cos I might be alone

So who's to blame when I

I can't trust a soul

But if e change then I

Might just let you ride

Ride

Rain rain like the Pentecost

If I no wan tell you something I no go let you know

So don't be acting like we are social

Yea I got a bullet and

I'm petty like I told ya

Every day new wahala you putting on my shoulder

Thank god say I no follow your mouth enter gutter

Never show the real me

Cos I'm living undercover

I'm telling you a story while I'm

Spitting like a cobra

Yes I know

Im being cynical

(But I'll) rather be alone

On my soul

The faces I dey see

They're telling me to be a little more composed

Cos I might be alone

So who's to blame when I

I can't trust a soul

But if e change then I

Might let you ride

Ride