yeah Preacher Man City
OgBabz in the building

memories of our solemn time
is all I couldn't let go
cos the time of the singing of the birds has come
I might probably make it home later
wanna be on my grind for now
can you feel me senorita
memories of our solemn time
is all I couldn't let go

oro di unn
oro di ehn
oro pesije
ewa wo ololufe
tofe sofe daje
hello senorita
it's been a while since I met you
na OG the gangster
no dey think I bi omo orita
though we started from the gutter
God don bless our bread with butter
baby hold on
shey you still dey learn your guittar
cos right now I don bad o

memories of our solemn time
is all I couldn't let go
cos the time of the singing of the birds has come
I might probably make it home later
wanna be on my grind for now
can you feel me senorita
memories of our solemn time
is all I couldn't let go

rolling together making some love
even hatters think that I am lost
see all in your eyes
why I no fit let you go
only you fit blow my mind
touching each other doing on a low
taking your step slow I dey feel am
now on the street with an OG
I hear you dey para
making money from the street
pour some liquor and take a sip
open your eyes and see me boiling

memories of our solemn time
is all I couldn't let go
cos the time of the singing of the birds has come
I might probably make it home later
wanna be on my grind for now
can you feel me senorita
memories of our solemn time
is all I couldn't let go

mama you fine pass rihanna
I no dey scope you
ain't gonna retire
everything I do I do for you
I want to rock this song with you
omo ele tele mi dele
would hold you tight
have the world in my arms
when you roll with a G
you go high o
even them hatters no go fit eye you

memories of our solemn time
is all I couldn't let go
cos the time of the singing of the birds has come
I might probably make it home later
wanna be on my grind for now
can you feel me senorita
memories of our solemn time
is all I couldn't let go

memories of our solemn time
is all I couldn't let go
cos the time of the singing of the birds has come
I might probably make it home later
wanna be on my grind for now
can you feel me senorita
memories of our solemn time
is all I couldn't let go