No Control

Allow me blaw my purple

I smoke up to make me humble

My burnt offering my people suffering

No one to run to

The kind of life we're living

The smile on our faces is deceiving

The economy too hard, Mr. President Please can you hear me

Oh HOLY FATHER in Heaven

Baba na only YOU fit run am

E be YOU wey done dey run am since and na YOU still dey cover, na your ways me I go follow, unto say everywhere clear

No Apollo, no ojoro, nobody for there they do mago mago

You done go jam at agbako, ejeh mi o sare fu eh, I dey keep am 100 with you my n***a mi o gara fu eh, awon genzi ati steeze if Steven catch you eh