A song made by John The Baptist
A song made by John The Baptist
E choke! Make we go!
From bedroom to the stage oh
My voice go scatter everywhere
I don carry this mic, no going back
Music na my calling, I no dey fear
Every day I dey practice my craft
People dem dey doubt, but I no send
When I sing, the whole place go dey mad
Na destiny, this thing e no be trend
I be singer oh, mic don set
My voice go reach where you never expect
No competition, I dey on my own lane
When I sing, the melody go remain
I be singer oh, this na my life
From studio to stage, I dey shine bright
Omo, the music don enter my soul
Make I sing till I old, na my goal
See me for the booth, headphones on
Creating magic till the early morn
Producers dey hail me, fans dey wait
Every song wey I drop, e no be mistake
From covers to originals, I dey evolve
This singing life, na problem wey I love to solve
My mama talk say, "Child, you go far"
Now I dey shine like evening star
I be singer oh, mic don set
My voice go reach where you never expect
No competition, I dey on my own lane
When I sing, the melody go remain
I be singer oh, this na my life
From studio to stage, I dey shine bright
Omo, the music don enter my soul
Make I sing till I old, na my goal
Mo gbe! The singer don arrive oh!
Mic check, one two, e choke!