[male vocals] But
now
I
am
writing
a
very
sad
story.
Chelsea
don
finish
me,
oooo (
Chai!)
Dem
don
pack
my
kidney,
liver,
and
heart
too
Chelsea
don
finish
me,
oooo (
Oma!)
I
no
know
where
I
go,
I
no
know
what
to
do
Nna,
the
pain
is
real,
the
pressure
is
cold
Watching
this
team,
I
am
growing
too
old.
Chelsea
don
finish
me,
oooo (
Chai!)
Dem
don
pack
my
kidney,
liver,
and
heart
too
Chelsea
don
finish
me,
oooo (
Oma!)
I
no
know
where
I
go,
I
no
know
what
to
do
Nna,
the
pain
is
real,
the
pressure
is
cold
Watching
this
team,
I
am
growing
too
old.
We
dey
sell
sachet
water
to
conceive
a
goal
But
Martinez
dey
swallow
am,
e
dey
take
full
control
How
we
go
waka?
The
defence
is
so
weak
This
back
three
is
Otele,
I
no
fit
even
speak
Alonso,
my
brother,
how
we
go
run
this
race?
When
every
opponent
dey
laugh
for
our
face
Chop
life?
I
no
fit,
my
spirit
is
low
Watching
these
boys,
it
is
just
a
big
show.
Chelsea
don
finish
me,
oooo (
Chai!)
Dem
don
pack
my
kidney,
liver,
and
heart
too
Chelsea
don
finish
me,
oooo (
Oma!)
I
no
know
where
I
go,
I
no
know
what
to
do
Nna,
the
pain
is
real,
the
pressure
is
cold
Watching
this
team,
I
am
growing
too
old.
Abeg
help
me,
somebody
call
for
my
aide
This
football
matter,
e
don
make
me
fade
Isi
ewu
go
help?
Or
maybe
some
palm
wine?
To
forget
the
scoreline,
and
make
I
feel
fine
But
the
ref
blow
the
whistle,
the
nightmare
dey
start
Chelsea,
why
you
go
break
my
small
heart?
Onitsha
to
Lagos,
they
ask
me
the
score
I
hide
my
face,
I
no
get
strength
anymore
Is
it
the
manager?
Or
is
it
the
squad?
We
are
playing
like
people
who
forgot
the
God
I
want
to
go
back
to
the
days
of
the
glory
But
now
I
am
writing
a
very
sad
story.
Chelsea
don
finish
me,
oooo (
Chai!)
Dem
don
pack
my
kidney,
liver,
and
heart
too
Chelsea
don
finish
me,
oooo (
Oma!)
I
no
know
where
I
go,
I
no
know
what
to
do
Nna,
the
pain
is
real,
the
pressure
is
cold
Watching
this
team,
I
am
growing
too
old.
Chelsea,
you
finish
me.
My
liver,
my
kidney,
all
gone.
Oya,
somebody
help
me
ooo. (
Guitar
fades
out
slowly)
Chai.