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[male vocals] Ilesanmi

Dada

Ooh

ooh

ooh

hmmmmm (

I

no

understand,

baby) (

Everything

between

us,

e

suppose

dey

private) (

No

dulling,

just

listen)

I

look

into

your

eyes,

I

see

the

truth

inside

But

why

the

whole

world

know

the

secrets

that

we

hide?

Every

fight

we

get,

every

word

we

say

Your

best

friend

got

the

script,

she

knows

the

play

I

asked

you

'Baby,

why

she

know

all

of

this?'

You

said

'I

needed

someone,'

but

that’

s

a

hit

and

miss

You

talking

to

the

crowd,

skipping

the

man

in

front

Leaving

me

here

cold,

carrying

all

the

brunt

Ilesanmi

Dada

Baby,

why

does

your

best

friend

know

everything

about

our

argument?

Is

our

love

just

a

story

for

your

inner

circle's

content?

Advice

is

one

thing,

but

you

handed

them

a

front

row

seat

To

judge

our

love,

to

watch

our

heart

skip

a

beat

Yeah,

you

handed

them

a

front

row

seat

I’

m

standing

here,

ready

to

talk

it

through

with

you

But

you’

re

on

the

phone,

telling

her

what

I

didn't

do

It’

s

supposed

to

be

us,

no

third

party

in

the

room

But

you

invited

them

to

watch

our

flowers

lose

their

bloom

See

this

one,

it

hurts,

it

really

cuts

deep

Secrets

that

we

planted,

now

they’

re

hers

to

keep

Ilesanmi

Dada

Baby,

why

does

your

best

friend

know

everything

about

our

argument?

Is

our

love

just

a

story

for

your

inner

circle's

content?

Advice

is

one

thing,

but

you

handed

them

a

front

row

seat

To

judge

our

love,

to

watch

our

heart

skip

a

beat

I

don't

need

an

audience,

I

just

need

your

soul

Let’

s

put

the

pieces

back

and

try

to

make

us

whole

Close

the

door,

leave

the

world

outside

the

gate

Before

this

love

becomes

something

we

just

hate

Baby,

why

does

your

best

friend

know

everything

about

our

argument?

Is

our

love

just

a

story

for

your

inner

circle's

content?

Advice

is

one

thing,

but

you

handed

them

a

front

row

seat

To

judge

our

love,

to

watch

our

heart

skip

a

beat

Yeah,

a

front

row

seat

Just

you

and

I,

baby

No

more

audience,

just

us (

E

choke,

but

we

go

fix

am) (

Private

matter,

no

wahala)

Ilesanmi

Dada (

Private

matter,

no

wahala)

Ilesanmi

Dada

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