This might confuse you

But clarity is a luxury I outgrew

Sense is overrated

I've lived inside riddles that made more sense than the answers I was spoon fed at nine

I'm a sketch that drew its own artist

I'm an echo that started the sound it repeats

This might confuse you like love in a war zone

Like God blinking Morse code in a thunderstorm

If I talk they go think say I no well

Can't relate to the thoughts inner my bowel

And my pops don dey look me like rebel

I no fit explain to them say ko ma ri be

If I talk they go think say I no well

Can't relate to the thoughts inner my bowel

And my pops don dey look me like rebel

I no fit explain to them say ko ma ri bẹ

E go be like jargons

Ja ja ja ja

Jargons for their ear

E go be like jargons

Ja ja ja ja

Jargons for their ear

E go be like jargons

Ja ja ja ja

Jargons for their ear

E go be like jargons

Ja ja ja ja

Jargons for their ear

This might confuse you