Intro

Yo it’s Smac, the gyal with a mans vibe

Do I kill my self?

Or keep holding on

Do it

No don’t

Do it

No don’t

Do it do it do it

You don’t have to

Your getting old baby

Go get married bitch

Intro

He was young and promising

An upcoming and coming act

He reached out to all the blogs

But nobody will would listen

Decided to get rich the wrong way

Then bam!

He got shot and died

Now he’s all over the news

He has become popular

Except for the fact that he’s Popular in the grave

Shit

That’s not what he prayed for)

Verse 1

I hate to think about the fact that I’ll be 30 in a bit

Yet I ain’t as famous and popular as I want to be

Big dreams of big things and still dreaming

When is it ever gonna be my season

Ei

Some mates married and some heavy with kids carrying

Some mates have it in quantum and mismanage it

But look at me,

Am getting old

Damn

Am getting old

A awww!

Am getting old

Woah what’s it gone be

As I no be olosho wey bubble what’s its gon be as I no be olosho wey Dey pop o

4x

I remember when I was a kid

I used to increase my age

I Couldn’t wait to become adult

I couldn’t wait to become my idol

But now am Bothered when I remember my age

Bothered when I see what is at stake

And now can I reverse and rewind the hands of time

To when my mama use to have my back

Chorus

Mama oh mama can you hear me calling

Mama oh mama call you hear me calling

Mama oh mama can you hear me call

Mama oh mama can you hear me call

Verse 2

Omo wo be

Shaku shaku

Gbebody eh

Whats that

I ain’t about the trends cause I am a pacesetter

Even in the dark Amma only get better

All I ever see is an icon living

Even if it seems like an icon dreaming

All I ever know is that am gon be me

Amma in-vade your pri-va-cy

Amma in fil trate your dynasty

You unfollowed me on Instagram and I unfollowed too

If yours was algorithm then so was mine too

I had a new release

And expected that you’ll support me

You posted the picture and deleted almost immediately

Wow!

We were supposed to be friends

Guess you is not the one to make me trend ei!

I may be Cryptic

With secrets

But don’t lie

Mystic With healings

That don’t hide

Cryptic

With secrets

But don’t lie

Mystic With healings

That don’t hide

Now I Need a Paramedic to get rid of all my headaches

At all is there a medic to get rid of all my life’s aches

Show me love now I live not when am dead

Chorus

Mama oh mama can you hear me calling

Mama oh mama call you hear me calling

Mama oh mama can you hear me call

Mama oh mama can you hear me call

Calling calling calling calling