Story Story ft. Mo'believe Lyrics

Bad bad bad

Bad bad bad boy Mo

You know its bad boy Mo

You know its bad boy Mo

Story story

Inside lagos

Okada don jam trailer

dent am

Story Story

Inside lagos

Story story

Inside lagos

Tenant don chase landlord for house

Inside lagos

Story story

Inside lagos

All my girls don turn

I just got back

Inside Quilox

Story story

Inside lagos

Bullet drop like rain

October 20

Who give the order

The thing with being human,

is that

we all are born into a religion of fear

so from birth

we learn to pitch for the position of hangman.

We think

we must make graves

because it is the only thing

we’ve seen our folks kneel over

So beaten we arrived ,

we cannot help but meet the sun with an axe

So beaten

we want only the rain

with no rainbows.

we hug the chains of culture and religion

Crucify our joy,

don’t touch gay, don’t touch

Nostalgia keeps us trapped in tombs

So instead of skipping a mixtape of mistakes

we continue

from where our ancestors stopped

Become obsessed with life

but never that of the woman

Or the child

we are pulling

into

hell.

We build doors

everywhere

divide cities:

Lagos island/mainland

Divide countries ,

People.

High

On the bile of hate

We Hand out tags like panties

at a bachelors party

Refugee,

black

bitch,

old

fucking

gay

why?

What does it say

of us

that we sit with our crippled

only when we’ve been slammed

to our knees

that we never want to burn candles of kindness

without a camera

Why

Right now

are there children on the streets

Strapped with blocks that will

Build no foundation

For their dinner

A girl

seven

Ironed into her fathers dining table

having a go, at her first surgery,

No anesthesia.

Why

Despite hiking skulls to go to school

We never stumble

on mercy?

What greed moves us

That the seas

Have to cry

to god

about our salt

Our poverty,

brothers & uncles,

So hungry to touch lilies

they put on uniforms

to mirror history

Loot breathe

Like the masters,

So now

our fathers

return home

floating.

The tragedy,

boy finds mummy on the kitchen floor

learns to slice

The tragedy,

All of us.

Just Climbing

each other’s necks.

As the Mata don turn kasala kasala

The mata don turn wahala wahala

Pastor still Dey shout Halle Hallelujah

Imam still Dey shout Allahu Akbar

Lawo still dey do Erinwoya!

Pastor still Dey shout Hallelujah

Pastor still Dey shout Hallelujah

Allahu Akbar

Erinwo Erinwoya

Erinwo Erinwoya

Hallelu Hallelujah

Hallelu Hallelujah

Allahu Akbar

Erinwo Erinwoya

Erinwo Erinwoya

Hallelujah Allahu Akbar Erinwonya

Hallelujah

Halle