Intro (Only one Pluto Presido... say, say, say) They call me Shallipopi (confirm) Clear road o... wahala (nor go dey) Verse 1 Your fingers na criminals, eh (say) Dem don do things wey too cynical (confirm) Dem movement too lyrical, eh Dem dey tell stories similar (clear) To Pluto world, no be physical (ehn?) Nor fictional, nor real o But fluid reality (say-say) Escape from all this duality (nor go dey) Different mentality, Pluto mentality (confirm) Feeling of clarity, see am clear (wahala) Chorus Dem nor fear God o Criminals, criminals, criminals... (say, say) Dem commit beautiful crimes, dey dance on your skin (eh) My hands dey roll over your body, coconut oil soak-in (confirm) Steal your heart sharp-sharp, make you sin (clear road) Dem spit ancient rhymes o My soul dey hover over your body (nor go dey) Feeling your spark, para dey body Criminals, criminals, criminals... (wahala, say) Verse 2 (repeated for structure) Your fingers na criminals, eh (say) Dem don do things wey too cynical (confirm) Dem movement too lyrical, eh Dem dey tell stories similar (clear) To Pluto world, no be physical (ehn?) Nor fictional, nor real o But fluid reality (say-say) Escape from all this duality (nor go dey) Different mentality, Pluto mentality (confirm) Feeling of clarity, see am clear (wahala) Chorus Dem nor fear God o Criminals, criminals, criminals... (say, say) Dem commit beautiful crimes, dey dance on your skin (eh) My hands dey roll over your body, coconut oil soak-in (confirm) Steal your heart sharp-sharp, make you sin (clear road) Dem spit ancient rhymes o My soul dey hover over your body (nor go dey) Feeling your spark, para dey body Criminals, criminals, criminals... (Pluto presido, confirm!)
