| Its Young John, the wicked producer
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| When my spirit don they low o
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| And I dont know where to go o
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| I dey always run to you
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| Cuz na you wey get the groove
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| This our love no go die o
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| I swear to God e no go die o
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| When my spirit don they low
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| And I dont know where to go o
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| I they always run to you
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| Cuz na you wey get the good
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| This our love no go die o
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| I swear to God e no go die
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| Give me lamba give me ginger
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| Make a rapper turn to singer
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| Anytime I they for danger
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| No dey fear to pull the trigger
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| People talk say love is blind o
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| But you always on my mind o
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| I dey see you every night o
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| When I they sleep after the grind o
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| You know it when I had a long day
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| Your love give me every sunday
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| Before i go to work on monday
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| I pray to God I make it one day
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| I want to take care of my baby
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| I no go mind to buy you bentley
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| Water no get enemy to they without you girl is
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| When my spirit don they low o
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| And i dont know where to go o
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| I dey always run to you
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| Cuz na you wey get the groove
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| This our love no go die o
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| I swear to God e no go die o
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| When my spirit don they low
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| And i dont know where to go o
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| I they always run to you
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| Cuz na you wey get the good
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| This our love no go die o
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| I swear to God e no go die
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| I swear it is hard to find a rider
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| Baby ayon no be spider
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| You want the Gucci and the Prada, baby girl i go provide am
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| I grind because of you my baby
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| I no they say thhat love is crazy
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| The car is open kinda wavy
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| Baby gonna keep the fire blazing
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| Just pretend like you dont know
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| People wey they jisoro
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| Girl, Na you they make me go low
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| No go ever feel sorrow
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| People rise and people fall
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| Some no get no one to call on
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| Anytime wey me i dey fall na you
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| They ginger me to start up
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| When my spirit don they low o
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| And i dont know where to go o
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| I dey always run to you
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| Cuz na you wey get the groove
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| This our love no go die o
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| I swear to God e no go die o
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| When my spirit don they low
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| And i dont know where to go o
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| I they always run to you
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| Cuz na you wey get the good
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| This our love no go die o
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| I swear to God e no go die
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| BBanks on the mix ooo, Young John on the beat ooo
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| BBanks on the mix ooo, Young John on the beat ooo |