Top Songs By TINAL
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
TINAL
Künstler:in
Wizdraque
Künstler:in
Wavyboy X
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nyeneime Okon
Songwriter:in
Handy Ibanga
Songwriter:in
Otuekong Ibanga
Songwriter:in
Abasifreke Ikpidungise
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bii Wiggins
Produzent:in
Lyrics
The Lord is my shepherd
(I shall not want)
He makes me to lie down
(In green pastures)
He makes me to lie down
(In green pastures)
Sign of the cross
My matter oluwa dey involve, ehn
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?
Cry of the past, I dey land of milk and honey
Don’t call me if you ain’t talking money
Fams dey to feed, can’t shine teeth, nothing’s funny, anh
Bye bye to the suffer days (hmm, bye bye)
Those days we hmm-hmm like a soak away (hmm, bye bye)
Like Brucil we go to Paraguay (oh! chop life)
Listenin’ to Meek Mill in a private jet (yeah, that’s life)
Soldier were stand attention for so long
He must to retire
Dey say na aswaya, oin oin oin
Me I grind like tomorrow no dey
Slept for botor botor I no dey send
0:0 hours my demons wake
Omo that time I no dey use am play
When you see me at the top
Bro I’ve had enough
I’ve been through a lot of stuff
I’ve been through hell and back
Just wanna hear God speak from Zion
Before my foes chop me like lion
They heard I’ve made my first million
So they come with Glock and iron
Death is in my bed
As I smoke kpoli, my eye dey red
I know say I grind for my bread (SOG)
Yo! I’ve been through hell
The things wey I do for there, satan sef no gree me to stay
(***#%***$%***)
Better rise when the sun is rising
Say your prayers, I’ll bet no losing
Hit the road, **** don’t stand still
Look not back, bro, there’s nothing
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no fucken evil
‘Cause no body goes there!
Nobody ever goes there!
That’s why me drink up
Link up,
smoke up,
Life e no come in twos
Me be roaring like a lion, in this whole wide zoo
My audience they wanna hear me singing DO-RE-MI-FA-SO-LA-TI-DO
Bye bye to the suffering days
Oh my God! This **** ain’t like no stress
Blessings pon those days when we fasting
Just to get to the bag very fast
If it’s not a bag talk then you capping
Oh my Jesu Christi where do I run to?
Abi make I run go back to trenches?
Oh no! My haters gonna say cheese!
In this life I need peace, money and chilling
Nothing else matter
Written by: Abasifreke Ikpidungise, Handy Ibanga, Nyeneime Okon, Otuekong Ibanga