No More Naija Men

(I'm gonna marry a Nigerian)
 (And you're gonna wear gele to my wedding)
 (My Nigerian babe)
 I seem to go for Naija men
 That love to have me stressing
 My burdens 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 braids look just like Medusa
 I'm tryna get all my food up
 I'm rapping man a,h ah, ah
 A lyrical assassination I put in placement
 'Cause I ain't about to serve the main course, this as 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 (and I'm yawning, yeah)
 You constantly bring up old shit (you constantly bring up old shit, shit, shit, shit)
 Hey, llke it's the hate, hollow and worry I hang on it (hang on it)
 Took a millisecond of composure to language this
 Every sentence leaving your lip I would hang on it (hang on it)
 Thoughts of walking into the sun
 But our hands don't fit (hands don't fit)
 Yeah 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 keeps me robust
 But the topic headed right back to the rearranged guts
 I was tryna get you to drop me
 And you were made us
 Your infatuation with pussy and 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 the 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 fall down
 For a piece, he would burn this whole thing to the ground
 For a piece, he would fuck on his best friend's girl
 For a piece he would, hey, hey
 Like it's the hate, hollow and worry I hang on it
 Took a millisecond of composure to language this
 Every sentence leaving your lips I would hang on it (on it)
 Thoughts of walking into the sun
 But our hands don't fit (hands don't fit)
 It's the hate, the hollow and worry I hang on it (hang on it)
 Took a millisecond of composure to language this
 Every sentence leaving your lips I would hang on it (hang on it)
 Thoughts of walking into the sun, but our hands don't fit (hands don't fit)