[Intro: Ozone]

Ozy! SDC!

This one's for the fore-fathers, ah

Classic!

[Hook: Ghost]

Ever felt like you're in a low budget Nollywood flick

And its a crap scene? the Naija version of Groundhog Day

And you're stuck in this reoccurring bad dream

I swear my country's a cocktail of

Absinthe, codeine and caffeine

Bartender said "there's four more shots"

There's generational trauma going on here

And like karma, the bitch won't stop

[Verse 1: Ghost]

My friend called said

"Bro, I'm moving back from jand"

For his mind contract go just land, oh boy

Six months later, baba run back, hmm

Said "this place na one chance", oh boy

Used to be a fine babe, she don cast

Too much mileage on that ass, oh boy

Sade won't you go and get a husband?

A rich one to give you some assurance, oh boy

Yahoo boy say he no fit chop last

Wi-fi and a computer on his lap, oh boy

Maga don pay make we run mad

We go carry all the champagne hot, oh boy

Abeg aboki, how much be dollars?

"We go sell am to you 385", oh boy

Calm down, wait till forex comes down, yeah

Shout out my bad sharp guys, oh boy

See something just happen right now

Omo SARS laid a nigga out flat, oh boy

Their turn up is seeing people run down

It's messed up but I don't see no one react, oh boy

Music critics saying "gimme substance"

Abeg abeg jor! Who that one epp? Oh boy

Gimme beat to make the babes drop nyash

So we can shaku, zanku, all over the track, oh boy

[Hook: Ghost]

Ever felt like you're in a low budget Nollywood flick

And its a crap scene? The Naija version of Groundhog Day

And you're stuck in this reoccurring bad dream

I swear my country's a cocktail of

Absinthe, codeine and caffeine

Bartender says there's four more shots

There's generational trauma going on here

And like karma, the bitch won't stop

[Verse 2: Tec]

I remember when I told my white friends

That I seen a man wrapped

With a tire burnt alive when I was five

They looked at me with sadness in their eyes

One of my co-workers slowly start'd to cry

Ah, what's going on?

I didn't realise anything was wrong

I mean, we all just slowly moved along

With our days, went to school

Another memory that I calmly put away, like

Mumsy asked me, "Wale what's your day like?"

Think I told her 'bout the rest

Whole country got post traumatic stress

Africa's giant man, say it with your chest

Imagine one day, Director shouts "cut!"

And they switch the lights off

And you realize this was all a joke

I could only live in hope

Make dem throw the country away now

So we can hit reset on the way down

And we can lift the hex that they placed

Round our necks and the stress we escaping

When we lay down

I'm thinking, how do we grow?

Will we ever get a chance to reload

I know some people really chopping off the chaos

But Karma is dish served cold

[Verse 3: Ozone]

One for the money, two for the show

Three for my people at home

Somehow we gotta make it, legal, illegal, or both

I met a the fork in the road

I took a different approach

All these years, no light

Don’t see a beacon of hope

Pitch black!

Got to the end of the tunnel

And it was pitch black!

Shoulda just done what I wanted

And hit a lick fast

Lil' good boy, now a nigga big bad

Yeah, a nigga big bad

And pissed off

If you can’t do it by the book

Then what’d you read for?

My homie quit his job, became a G-boy

3 months later, baba don buy Porsche

Small boy, big God

Talk less, win more

(we gon win y'all)

And I pray l'm forgiven for my sins, Lord

We just livin' out this Nollywood dream

Bad guys don’t die

The man with the money wins

Manacles on my mental

They don’t want you to think

If you don’t move an inch

Your praying won’t do a thing

Something bout to happen, yo

It’s always on the brink

When you in the jungle know

It’s all about the Green White Green

Freedom ain’t free, it’s what it seems

We collect cash, cheque or melanin

You better be a friend of the regime

[Outro: Ghost]

Ever felt like you're in a low budget Nollywood flick

And its a crap scene?

And you're stuck in this reoccurring bad dream

I swear my country's a cocktail of

Absinthe, codeine and caffeine

Bar tender says there's four more shots

There's generational trauma going on here

And like karma the bitch won't stop