Lyrics Zone One - Sute, David Onuoha, Zilla

Zone One

You belong to the city
Got your lipstick smeared
I was driving round town must have missed you there
Then you disaapeared
God damn
It’s prophecy
I mean you gotta be a goddess
(I'm on my way to heights I can’t explain the flight year
If all you want is time baby I got your time yeah)
Ovid n' rolling
Pheromones on me you must not know me
I do not hold these
Women i’m OG you must have noticed
Maybe i should play game lose again
They say you learn from failure that’s your truest friend
So i’ma keep pushing till the very end
My desire fit push me to the other end
I’m zoned
Trying to have a real thing all i see are clones
Riding through the city all alone
Now i got em' feeling like i’m heading for the throne
My x want it bad now she’s texting on my phone
And i’m heading to her home
I’m talking back in the back in the back of the day
Maybe you taught me just how to behave
I was the one that you thought you could save
Maybe you lost me
All cause i lost it instead
Still at the back of head
What can i say
Still wanna grab on your hair
Touch on your thighs
We could do it anywhere
Problem is i’ll disappear
You can find me up in Zone 6
Had to meet up with the old chick
Guilty pleasure
My name getting bigger so i’m taking plenty measures
She led me to her box so i’ll find the hidden treasure
She putting in that work even when it’s time for leisure
No pressure baby
These kids out in abj they living crazy
My ashawo life fit kill me I was hoping you can save me Wassup
Damn, girl see you remind me of the city lights
Them indoors lean and henny nights
I wanna take you to the city heights
Metaphor, Aso Rock no be Paris, chei
I swear your body is a craft tho
See thank god for that ass tho
But deep down baby mad cold
She the type to pour her sorrows in her twitter drafts tho
We multi tasking in the bathroom
You know in there we do not have rules
Splish splash with the waves
Whipped it out oh my days
Baby knows that I’m a bad goon
After that sip some dusse
From asokoro you know we hit dutse
Like ciara man her body was a party
Getting naughty
Got her club going up on a tuesday
Got the club going up