Oiay, efusa, said ibo man to me. Rasta messenger. You're welcome. Oiay efusa, said ibo man to me. Rasta messenger. No problem. Lagos Jump, Lagos jumping.
Somebody told me love's a beautiful thing. And when I found it all the bells would just ring. The sun would shine and all the birds would sing. Then I met you.
Don't want to be clean. Don't want to be nice. The whip's gonna crack. My leather is black and so are my eyes. I'm gonna be rough. I'm gonna be mean. I'm here 'til the end, my sick little friend.
Black leather gloves and your lipstick shines. Bright as moonlight glows. My wildest rose cuts so fine and deep. It hurts but never shows. You're bad, you're so hardcore.
I find myself running in circles. Lost and half insane. And I need a cure sometimes. To knock out the pain. . So I yell out for some kind of angel. To come down and rescue me.
Oh yeah. We text as we eat. As we listen to the freaks. As we wait for the right of way. We text as we talk. We're running as we walk. Cause we surf our little souls away.