For my mind before,
My dreams don come true.
I be se,
If dem ask,
‘who will be your wife?’
I go quik quik point you.
And if dem wan take you away,
Then dem must carry me too.
But since you no care,
E no make sense to even miss you.
Because I know the things wey I don do,
I know how much I don go through,
Just to make sure se I no hurt you,
But when you leave my front,
Na with another guy I go come meet you.
Upon all this,
You no dey guilty,
Nothing dey ever be your duty.
Even if I se I wan respect myself,
I no se I dey forbid good thing.
So if this na how to friend fine girl,
Then to hell with you and your fine beauty.
I go quit now,
Because true love na only that thing wey married people share.
Just as you no go fit see bauba and Rapa wey be like skirt,
Or shokoto wey be like shirt,
Na so e dey hard to see young lovers wey be se na true love dem share.
So if una never marry,
Wetin una get na likeeness,
Una still dey wait that stage of social ripeness,
And anything una give each other na out of emotional kindness.
True love sef,
Na one kind mess!