[Intro] [Sound: A soft, jazzy Fender Rhodes electric piano starts playing warm, soulful chords. Underneath, a shaker rhythm begins—chicka-chicka-chi. A deep, Nigerian male voice hums with a bit of "Ashawo" (playboy) energy that quickly turns serious.] [Vocal: Smooth, low-register talk-singing] "Omo... see as you fine. E don tey o. Like three years now? Flashbacks just dey hit me like 5G network. All the things wey we do... for back seat, for club balcony... we no send anybody. Eye contact alone, everywhere don burst." [Sound: A single, deep Amapiano log-drum "thud" to signal the shift.] [Verse 1] [Beat: A steady House "four-on-the-floor" kick drum kicks in—boom, boom, boom, boom. A groovy, melodic bassline starts walking underneath the chords. Vocal delivery is rhythmic and confident.] But that time, I be wild pikin, I be "Jaga-Jaga" I no care who dey cry, I just wan dey "shaba" I don do many things, I don run many street I don play many away match, I don sample many meat. But now, I don wise up, my eyes don open The old version of me, omo, e don broken! Seein’ you right now... omo, e dey remind me— [Sound: A sudden "slide" effect on the synth, building tension.] [Pre-Chorus] [Sound: The drums stop. A melodic woodblock percussion plays a syncopated "Naija" rhythm. A soulful saxophone starts to wail softly in the background.] How I take dey shift your womb that year (Omo!) If na before, I for carry you go house (No fear!) But things don change, my level don different I get a queen for house, I don repent! [Chorus] – (THE LOG-DRUM DROP) [Sound: The Amapiano "Log-Drum" hits hard—heavy, bouncy, and vibrating. A catchy "shaker" loop keeps the energy high. The vocals are layered with a smooth Afro-soul harmony.] Omo, everything don different now! [Sound: Deep, resonant "BAM-BAM" log-drum hit] I don settle down, I be one-woman man! Everything don different now! [Sound: High-pitched synth "whistle" sound] I get my "Baby Boo," I get my main plan! I fit do am again, but I no fit try am I get love for my house, I no dey go buy am! [Sound: A loud Afro-House "Hey!" chant on the off-beat.] [Verse 2] [Beat: The groove continues, but a "conga" drum layer is added to make it more tribal. Vocal delivery is more melodic.] After you, many girls still come my way One-night stands weh I no fit even count for day. Wake up with person weh I no even know her name Time after time, I just dey play the same game. But person for everyone, I don find my "The One" She make me feel like say my life just begun. You still "set" (You fine), you still "load" (You hot) But I no fit follow you, I dey go my yard! [Bridge] – (THE PIZZA BOX / STREET SECTION) [Sound: The beat thins out. Just the kick drum and a very heavy, distorted bass growl. The vocal becomes more of a rhythmic chant.] Long gone are the days weh I be "Street King" Dey find "Kpa" to find who I go "swing" Now I found the love of my life, my "Iyawo" I no dey "trick" again, I no be "Zazu" [Vocal: Speaking directly to the girl] "Sweetie, e good say I see you, you still 'Correct' But I gas go house, make my Baby no go suspect!" [Chorus] – (MAX ENERGY) [Sound: All elements combine—Log-drums, House kick, Saxophone, and Chants. The energy is peak "Owanbe" party vibe.] Omo, everything don different now! I don settle down, I be one-woman man! Everything don different now! I get my "Baby Boo," I get my main plan! I fit do am again, but I no fit try am I get love for my house, I no dey go buy am! [Outro] [Sound: The drums gradually fade into just the soulful Rhodes piano and a soft shaker. The male voice talk-sings as he "walks away."] "Bye-bye o... tell your people I greet. She makes me happy... she be my rib. I gotta go home to my Baby... You understand, abi? No be say I dey 'forming.' Everything don different. I be one-woman man." [Sound: A final, low-frequency "thud" and the sound of a car door locking—PEEP-PEEP.] (Silence)
