[Lyrics] Kwesi Arthur – Zombie

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CHORUS

Word to my father his son is a problem

If somebody tests I go zombie

Daabi I don’t want no drama

Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only

Ohemaa she bad to the bone

Say she in love, leave me alone ei

Me no want heartbreaker

Fuck love, give me paper

 

Shordy dey like how I come up

Shordy dey f*ck with the guy

ɔse ɔbeba for summer ɔbeye me kama

me sende me size

baabi a yefi no love dey

affection just be weird to me

I cut off my exes, I cut off my friends

Now them all just be dead to me

 

BRIDGE

I dont play no games

Real men don’t fear change

Grew up in a house of pain

Ghetto boy don’t fear shame

Heard I took an L, ebi hearsay

I hear say niggas dey try my spot and is funny

Chale I grew up in Tema learning all the ropes so I never be dummy

 

CHORUS

Word to my father his son is a problem

If somebody tests I go zombie

Daabi I don’t want no drama

Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only

Ohemaa she bad to the bone

Say she in love, leave me alone ei

Me no want heartbreaker

Fuck love, give me paper

Word to my father his son is a problem

If somebody tests I go zombie

Daabi I don’t want no drama

Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only

Ohemaa she bad to the bone

Say she in love, leave me alone ei

Me no want heartbreaker

Fuck love, give me paper

 

VERSE 1

Shine your eye, Accra we living

Na obi anfa borla bird annye wo chicken

I’m putting my people on, it’s my religion

I level up, shit on all my competition

ambition

Me be the link wey be missing

If I ever shoot my shot is with precision

N*ggas go f*ck with you for what you offered

They don’t really love you now make a decision

 

PRE-CHORUS

I dont play no game

Real men dont fear change

Grew up in a house of pain

Ghetto boy dont fear shame

ghetto boy ghetto boy get big aim

ghetto boy dream ghetto boy chasing

Ghetto boy all my n*ggas trapped in the rain

koti catch we we dont names

Naa na

 

CHORUS

Word to my father his son is a problem

If somebody tests I go zombie

Daabi I don’t want no drama

Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only

Ohemaa she bad to the bone

Say she in love, leave me alone ei

Me no want heartbreaker

Fuck love, give me paper

 

Word to my father his son is a problem

If somebody tests I go zombie

Daabi I don’t want no drama

Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only

Ohemaa she bad to the bone

Say she in love, leave me alone ei

Me no want heartbreaker

Fuck love, give me paper.

Fuck love give me paper

Fuck love

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