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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Sosa.ttw
Stimme und Gesang
NoAAH
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
NoAAH
Komponist:in
Daniel Aisosa Oyakhire
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Loba
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Love or Ifa?
Fall too deep, ma
Reminiscin' times we had
And I be thinkin' in my inner
Omo, the year
I thought you were a keeper
And I thought I was a winner
Now I'm stuck playing FIFA
And I no fit to chop dinner
Heart breaks
My heart aches
Heart is in a bad place, sad place
Sad days, bad days
Last time a girl played me like Mbappé
Now I'm all about my Ps, G
Focused all on me, B
But I can't get my mind off you
E dey do me like OCD
Come and hear my story, pls
You cheated you did it purposely
Only me, girl—only me
But I'm wishing you no dey over me
Omo, wetin you do me e no nice
Now you don turn me to biscuit boy
And I no fit fight
Your beauty was heavenly
I Wanted to do life with you
And, like, certainly settle in
You threw all of that for pettiness
Omo, you made it stick
You know this pain is deep
Damn, you a messy chick
That's just your element
You know my heart really delicate
E dey pain me, gyal, I'm done
This was not on my regimen
Was this love or Ifa?
Did I fall too deep, ma?
Reminiscing times we had
And I be thinking in my inner
Omo, the year
I thought you were a keeper
And I thought I was a winner
Now I'm just stuck, playing FIFA
And I no fit to chop dinner
Damn, I'm stuck
Gats put this one on pause
Make I catch my breath
(Deep breath)
That's how you moaned, of course
I'm asking the root of the problem
But this one dey like surds
Make I just my dey
Make I just row my course
Was this love?
Or Ifa?
Did I fall too deep, ma?
Reminiscing times we had
And I be thinking in my inner
Omo, the year
I thought you were a keeper
And I thought I was a winner
Now I'm just stuck, playing FIFA
And I no fit to chop dinner
Love or lust?
Feel so lost—like, who do I trust?
I'm in the back
With the stars in the roof
I remember the days
On the back of the bus
Now I got fans
And they all show love
Why couldn't you show love?
Told me you were the one for me
Now you got me
Taking back all of my stuff
Like, how did we end like that?
Sent you a text
Never sent one back
8-figure
I called you Beckham
The way you would
Make it bend like that
I should've seen the signs from time
You would talk 'bout me
To your friends like that
Can't play with my heart no more
I'm not the same guy
That would come right back
I'm not
Things changed
I matured off pain, not age
You couldn't keep it 100
Now I perform to hundreds up on stage
Won't let anything get in my way
Even though
You weren't the same person
That you would always claim
But you couldn't see like Stevie
So I guess I'm left wondering
Was this love or Ifa?
Did I fall too deep, ma?
Reminiscing times we had
And I be thinking in my inner
Omo, the year
I thought you were a keeper
And I thought I was a winner
Now I'm just stuck just playing FIFA
And I no fit to chop dinner
Written by: Daniel Aisosa Oyakhire, Master Noah Sutherland
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