Letras
Ohhh, I feel so nostalgic
Time don carry us like Danfo for traffic
Ọtụtụ ihe gara aga, but memory dey graphic
PH to Owerri, the moments were classic
Oh, I feel so nostalgic
Shout out to days we no sabi the tragic
Life sweet like ofe akwu wey dey boil on Sunday
With OSA Debe playin' low-low-low for hallway
I remember
Watching TV from neighbor's window, no shame
ISAKABA! Boys scream like fire in the lane
Super Story come on — fights and family pain
No remote — broomstick was the weapon we'd maintain
The days of Karashika, fear was real on screen
Me and pastor clash — I no fall under his anointing scene
That day I learned spirit pride's a thing
Still caught the slap — "Receive it!" — that stung like sting
Snake Zenza on Nokia — king if you beat level three
Splinter Cell boys, quiet but deadly
Shout out to Casablanca, Kelly's, Madam Bianca too
Where legends danced and vibes just grew
Men rock till preeq peel — no shame, just thrill
Boys call themselves lovers, even when love no fit kill
Ohhh, I feel so nostalgic
Time don carry us like flood for tropic
Ụwa emeela turns, but that joy still optic
PH street carnival — lights loud and hypnotic
Oh, I feel so nostalgic
Rice and stew, oil thick like topic
Ụtụtụ ekpere, evening na "kponkpon" ball
Dusty pitch, barefoot kings — we gave it all
Dem flog me for love letter — ink still wet
Na ASTEC I learn heartbreak no dey set
Lady Koi Koi pass through hostel halls
"I hear shoe," whispers fly — "I swear I hear am fall..."
Waptrick nights — small data, big dreams
Hide phone from mama — light no beam
PH to Owerri — street glory shine bright
Wetheral pulse, Douglas boys unite
Then Lagos rise — hustle never slow
Ojuelegba winds whisper "Chop alone, die alone"
Viewing center shake, ball dey fly
We scream till NEPA wires snap and fry
Ọ bụ gị kacha mma, nwanne m... (You are the best, my sibling...)