Crush by mister29

“Ahh omo… this crush don turn my head oh…”
“DJ run the beat—make we scatter here!”
(crowd: “YE YE!!”)

Omo anytime I sight that guy — kpim! (kpim!)
My heart go jump like drum — tim-tim! (tim-tim!)
I dey form big girl but body no gree,
Once e smile small — chai! — leg don weak, you see? (you see?)

I dey tell myself “relax,” but my mind dey race (race!)
As e waka pass, omo I no fit place. (no fit!)
My girls dey shout, “baby, na crush don catch!” (catch!)
But once e talk soft — omo mind go detach. (detach!)

Omo something dey hook me (hook me!)
I no fit deny (deny!)
This guy dey shine for real (shine!)
High for sky (sky!)

I try bone face but eyes still dey chase,
This crush don scatter my whole girl base — kai!

Ayyyy, OMO SEE PALAVA! (palava!)
This guy don turn my heart to palava! (palava!)
I dey trip, I dey fall, I dey stagger,
Anytime e talk, my chest dey hammer. (hammer!)

Crush dey rush me — GBASH! e dey hammer (hammer!)
I dey blush anyhow like akara. (akara!)
Omo I wan talk am but my breath dey jam —
Why this fine boy dey gimme big palava? (palava!)

See me see something — crush don glue me like gum (glue!)
Night after night, e replay for my head like drum. (drum!)
Guy fine scatter — omo full-time stunner,
Swagger dey burst my brain, omo real runner. (runner!)

I dey form “I no send,” but my heart dey quake,
This feeling dey hot pass pepper inside mama-put plate. (hot!)
Anytime e speak, my body go spark — vrrra!
Na only this guy fit make my pulse go taka-taka-tak! (tak!)

Omo wetin be this feeling? (feeling!)
Body dey vibrate, my soul dey sing (sing!)
If crush na fever, I get full dose,
Blush don paint my face like rose. (rose!)

Ayyyy, OMO SEE PALAVA! (palava!)
This guy don twist my mind to palava! (palava!)
I dey trip, I dey shake, I dey scatter,
Anytime e yarn, my heart dey hammer. (hammer!)

Crush dey rush me — GBASH! e dey hammer (hammer!)
I dey blush anyhow like akara. (akara!)
Omo e fine scatter, no grammar,
This crush don trap me — na real palava! (palava!)

Omo na true crush vibes, no be play,
My heart don choose am — no delay.
If love na beat, this one don slay,
Na the boy wey dey make my pulse go twe-twe.
(crowd echo: TWE-TWE!)

“DJ off am… e too sweet!”

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“Ahh omo… this crush don turn my head oh…” “DJ run the beat—make we scatter here!” (crowd: “YE YE!!”) Omo anytime I sight that guy — kpim! (kpim!) My heart go jump like drum — tim-tim! (tim-tim!) I dey form big girl but body no gree, Once e smile small — chai! — leg don weak, you see? (you see?) I dey tell myself “relax,” but my mind dey race (race!) As e waka pass, omo I no fit place. (no fit!) My girls dey shout, “baby, na crush don catch!” (catch!) But once e talk soft — omo mind go detach. (detach!) Omo something dey hook me (hook me!) I no fit deny (deny!) This guy dey shine for real (shine!) High for sky (sky!) I try bone face but eyes still dey chase, This crush don scatter my whole girl base — kai! Ayyyy, OMO SEE PALAVA! (palava!) This guy don turn my heart to palava! (palava!) I dey trip, I dey fall, I dey stagger, Anytime e talk, my chest dey hammer. (hammer!) Crush dey rush me — GBASH! e dey hammer (hammer!) I dey blush anyhow like akara. (akara!) Omo I wan talk am but my breath dey jam — Why this fine boy dey gimme big palava? (palava!) See me see something — crush don glue me like gum (glue!) Night after night, e replay for my head like drum. (drum!) Guy fine scatter — omo full-time stunner, Swagger dey burst my brain, omo real runner. (runner!) I dey form “I no send,” but my heart dey quake, This feeling dey hot pass pepper inside mama-put plate. (hot!) Anytime e speak, my body go spark — vrrra! Na only this guy fit make my pulse go taka-taka-tak! (tak!) Omo wetin be this feeling? (feeling!) Body dey vibrate, my soul dey sing (sing!) If crush na fever, I get full dose, Blush don paint my face like rose. (rose!) Ayyyy, OMO SEE PALAVA! (palava!) This guy don twist my mind to palava! (palava!) I dey trip, I dey shake, I dey scatter, Anytime e yarn, my heart dey hammer. (hammer!) Crush dey rush me — GBASH! e dey hammer (hammer!) I dey blush anyhow like akara. (akara!) Omo e fine scatter, no grammar, This crush don trap me — na real palava! (palava!) Omo na true crush vibes, no be play, My heart don choose am — no delay. If love na beat, this one don slay, Na the boy wey dey make my pulse go twe-twe. (crowd echo: TWE-TWE!) “DJ off am… e too sweet!”

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