Don't you know I need you in my heart

Let me show how I can lift you high

Tear tears inna me eyes

Ba mi ṣana I wan shine

So many things I wan try

And the rhythm cannot die

So I pray, so I pray make dem take my photo

Make dem call me ọmọ ologo

Many billi I wan count

Ọlẹ ni mi if I runs am

Holy Father, ba mi ṣanawọle make dem wonder

Make e be like say I do one jazz

K'owo dẹ ma ba mi lọ ko ma pada lẹyin mi

So, Holy Father

As ọmọde me I wan para

As ọmọde me no wan die

Make my enemies no see my mama cry

Oh aye yai yai

Ọrọ mi lọwọ Ọlọrun lo wa

Now we taking over

When dem say it's over

That's it's over (Irọ ni)

Now dem wan link up, ko saye, no doubt

Ṣebi dem carry shoulder

Dem even call us alariwo, ah

But it's over

Past tense lọrọ atijọ

I thank God say I dey where I belong

Since I've been living the life that I want

Ọbẹ yii dun ma lo jẹ ki n ṣanwọ

When kaluba dey, we up in the club

Mesmerise wọn gidi gan-an

All the ladies love me to the core

Eledumare gbe mi cho

Ori mi ma sun, wa gba dollar

Holy Father

Ba mi ṣanawọle make dem wonder

Make e be like say I do one jazz

Ko dẹ ma ba mi lọ ko ma pada

Ko dẹ ma pada

Holy father, as ọmọde me I wan para

As ọmọde I no wan die

Make my enemies no see my mama cry

Oh aye yai yai

Ọrọ mi lọwọ Ọlọrun lo wa

Now we taking over

When dem say it's over

That's it's over (Irọ ni)

Now dem wan link up, ko saye, no doubt

Ṣebi dem carry shoulder

Dem even call us alariwo, ah

But it's over

Ọrọ mi lọwọ Ọlọrun lo wa

Now we taking over

When dem say it's over

That's it's over (Irọ ni)

Now dem wan link up, ko saye, no doubt

Ṣebi dem carry shoulder

Dem even call us alariwo, ah

But it's over

Irọ ni!

Ma j'ọn parọ fun ẹ, pe o le diru sẹ, o le digba

Your size fit later change, no cut that coat to your size, leave am

Patient dog wey go dey wait, ebi lo maa pa ku

School lo ti need maths to ba ti de igboro ko calcu'

Ma sun, ma gba, if you no cash out, no back out

Your momsy soup fit sweet but if you wan turn big boy, pack out

Fi were wa jade, tori ọdaju ni bukata

No more way for poor people, no be me, na Mavo talk am

If you dey get am clear, I pray your money constant

No forget those wey dey when ogi never turn to custard

Oil finger na everybody dey rush am

If kasala burst everybody go wash hand