[female vocals] Aweh,
yeah
Just
missing
you,
Musa
It's
driving
me
mad,
eish
Since
the
eighteenth
of
April,
you've
been
away
Counting
every
hour,
every
single
day
I
see
you
on
the
screen,
hear
your
voice
so
sweet
But
it
doesn't
replace
the
way
our
bodies
meet
I'm
longing
for
your
touch,
the
way
you
hold
me
tight
Living
in
a
dream,
wishing
you
were
here
tonight
Sharp
sharp,
my
heart
is
beating
just
for
you
This
distance
is
a
pain,
yeah,
it's
nothing
new
Musa,
my
love,
my
missing
rib,
my
king
I
need
your
presence,
not
just
the
joy
you
bring
I
miss
your
kisses,
I
miss
your
warm
embrace
I'm
tired
of
the
screen,
I
want
to
see
your
face
Come
down
to
Kampala,
leave
the
world
behind
You're
the
only
man
that’
s
always
on
my
mind
Musa,
my
sweetheart,
my
man,
my
everything
Come
hold
me
tight,
let
my
lonely
heart
sing
I
talk
to
you
for
hours,
yet
I
feel
so
alone
Trapped
in
this
silence,
staring
at
my
phone
The
thought
of
you
smiling
keeps
me
wide
awake
How
much
more
of
this
distance
can
I
take?
I
need
you
as
a
priority,
put
the
rest
aside
There's
nowhere
left
for
these
feelings
to
hide
Yebo,
I’
m
ready,
just
say
the
word
and
fly
Don't
leave
me
waiting,
don't
leave
me
here
to
cry
Musa,
my
love,
my
missing
rib,
my
king
I
need
your
presence,
not
just
the
joy
you
bring
I
miss
your
kisses,
I
miss
your
warm
embrace
I'm
tired
of
the
screen,
I
want
to
see
your
face
Come
down
to
Kampala,
leave
the
world
behind
You're
the
only
man
that’
s
always
on
my
mind
Musa,
my
sweetheart,
my
man,
my
everything
Come
hold
me
tight,
let
my
lonely
heart
sing
I
don't
want
to
dream
about
you
anymore
I
want
to
see
you
standing
right
at
my
door
No
more
video
calls,
no
more
digital
sighs
I
want
to
lose
myself
in
your
beautiful
eyes
Asambe,
let's
make
this
reality
true
I'm
waiting
here
in
Kampala
for
you
Every
single
night
the
moon
is
shining
bright
But
without
you
here,
nothing
feels
quite
right
I'm
begging
you,
Musa,
please
make
the
move
I'm
stuck
in
this
longing,
I've
got
nothing
to
prove
Just
come
to
me,
let's
restart
the
fire
You're
the
only
one,
my
heart's
deepest
desire
Sho,
I’
m
waiting,
keep
your
promise
to
me
I
want
your
touch,
I
want
to
finally
be
free
Musa,
my
love,
my
missing
rib,
my
king
I
need
your
presence,
not
just
the
joy
you
bring
I
miss
your
kisses,
I
miss
your
warm
embrace
I'm
tired
of
the
screen,
I
want
to
see
your
face
Come
down
to
Kampala,
leave
the
world
behind
You're
the
only
man
that’
s
always
on
my
mind
Musa,
my
sweetheart,
my
man,
my
everything
Come
hold
me
tight,
let
my
lonely
heart
sing
I
miss
you,
my
love,
my
Musa
When
will
you
hold
me
tight?
Kampala
is
waiting
for
you,
king
Just
come
home,
yeah
It's
driving
me
mad,
my
love.