Soft Life No Be Free

(Ayy ayy, Zayon Whyte!)

Omo ehn... I just dey reason o, life no balance!

She dey chop chicken, you dey sip garri!

Hahaha! E choke!

Make we yarn am as e be

Omo, no be say I like as I dey o,

If to say prayer dey quick work, I for don turn banny.

See as girls dey flex anyhow,

Soft life dey their DNA — no stress, na wow!

Guy go toast am, carry am go shop,

Buy ice cream, still add point and kill on top.

Meanwhile for him house, na dry soakings,

Hunger dey jam am like bad network pings.

She go post"Soft girl era!" with cruise,

While you dey calculate how to borrow transport plus booze.

You dey chop heartache, she dey chop lamb chop,

You dey plan future, she dey plan TikTok!

Soft life no be free, my guy shine eye,

If you dey fund banny lifestyle, better wise.

Dem dey enjoy, dem no dey stress,

Na you go soak garri dey confess!

You dey think say na love dey move her,

Banny dey plan next trip with Uber.

Soft life na mission, no be luck,

If you no wise up, na you go shock!

Some go request suya plus shawarma combo,

Still ask you"Baby, where my hair money follow?"

You go dey reason say she be wifey,

Meanwhile she dey friend three other guyz tightly.

Na so dem go chop you like gala,

Clean mouth, vanish, block you like malaria.

You go dey form romantic investor,

Banny dey see you as walking sponsor.

You dey soak garri for inside ice block,

To make sure she snap food for TikTok.

Later you go cry for your pillow,

Writing"Dear God, show me real love" like Willow.

Soft life no be free, my guy shine eye,

If you dey fund banny lifestyle, better wise.

Dem dey enjoy, dem no dey stress,

Na you go soak garri dey confess!

You dey think say na love dey move her,

Banny dey plan next trip with Uber.

Soft life na mission, no be luck,

If you no wise up, na you go shock!

Broooo... she collect point and kill o!

(laughs) Na you kill yourself, my guy.

After garri and groundnut... I still borrow money for her hair.

(chuckles) Welcome to Hard Way Academy... enrollment free, pain na permanent!

Omo, no go dey fund wetin no concern you,

If dem dey chop life, chop your own stew!

Love no mean say you go dey run mad,

Balance your head before you balance card.

Zayon Whyte don yarn you, no dull,

Soft life sweet, but no be your bank roll am all.

If e no clear, rewind the song —

And save your garri for rainy months long!