Boy Spyce Lyrics
The lyrics of Boy Spyce’s “Talk” center on themes of authenticity, self-confidence, and resilience in the face of criticism and societal judgment. “Talk” by Boy Spyce emphasizes staying true to oneself and values, despite criticism, and conveys a message of empowerment, encouraging listeners to focus on their goals and ignore negativity.
Boy Spyce – Talk Lyrics
A thousand people falling by my sideBut na only one God wey dey fight my fightAin’t no bad man fit to stop this fire in meAnd me I no like look another man thingIf na two 5 Naira wey dey for my JeanI go buy buns I go chop my thing in peace
So when the road dey rough and e be like make I stopI think about my promise that I’ll make it to the topI think about the ghetto that be where I come fromI think of how my papa hustle make I fit to chopAnd I think about the blood wey dey for the crossI think about the way I start and how far I’ve comeSo I pull myself together and I buckle upI think about the reality say
If I start to talkIf I start to count all the blessings wey dey for my lifeMy mouth no go stopAnd if I start to talkif I start to count all the blessings wey dey for my lifeMy mouth no go stop no oh
‘Cause there be a thousand people falling by my sideBut na only one God wey dey fight my fightAin’t no bad man fit to stop this fire in meAnd me I no like look another man thingIf na two 5 Naira wey dey for my JeanI go buy buns I go chop my thing in peace
This life oh this lifeWetin my eyes don see for this lifeAwokan romipin for this lifeI no dey fear anything for this life broMeanwhile for midnightI dey fast I dey pray for insideWetin my eyes no fit see I dey fightBut I still put a smile on despiteOf the difficulties and the principalitiesI go stand on my feetPraying 7 Holy Mary’sLord forgive me my sinsAnd I know say e no easy but I’m destined for this I be king
So when the road dey rough and e be like make I stopI go think about my promise that I’ll make it to the topI think about the ghetto that be where I come fromI think of how my papa hustle make I fit to chopAnd I think about the blood wey dey for the crossI think about the way I start and how far I’ve comeSo I pull myself together and I buckle upI think about the reality say
If I start to talkIf I start to count all the blessings wey dey for my lifeMy mouth no go stopAnd if I start to talkIf I start to count all the blessings wey dey for my lifeMy mouth no go stopAnd if I start to talkIf I start to count all the blessings wey dey for my lifeMy mouth no go stopAnd if I start to talkIf I start to count all the blessings wey dey for my lifeMy mouth no go stop no oh
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