My car was void; vodka, driving with no direction
Fanta-sea direction; sweetness drowned illusion
Hennessely speaking, all I did was cook a Kola
Was forming genius scout looking like a Guinness tout
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My origin was bitter; Legend Of The Seeker Baileys
Before, I was bad, but now I'm gulder than the best
Baba God the Legendary don turn me a legend
Jesus won me the trophy; made me the superstar
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Whether Heineken or Vikings, Jesus remains the Vine-king,
The ogogoro of fear makes one stagger from the faith
While Lucozade boost of faith is what perfects our fate
Be rather filled with the Spirit; drunk in the Holy Ghost
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Naira fall burukutu, for account to red like zobo
Yet I wine and dine on God's palm; no be palmwine
Jesus na my Gee-source; the one I call goldspot
So can't be bugged by wealth bugs; even if na Goldberg
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Sey I take local Chapman no mean I be local champion
Celebration pass pepsi 'cos God is now my popsi
God made my vibes alive pass five alive; I'm born again
So, let us ball on the harp in sets of three-three my people
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