Letras
Why-why?
Why? Why-why?
Mmmm, yeah-'hh, whoa-ah
Say, they call me Boy C
(Wiss, the wizard)
They said "I can do what I like" (what I like)
That, "it is my life" (it is my life)
They said "I can be who I wanna be"
Steadily, I dey push my P
And, I get many questions oh
Why do we live just to die? (Why?)
Why does mama have to cry? (Why?)
Why do we really have to come from gutter?
Why some na ájè butter?
Why do we love just to get hurt?
Why am I lost in my own thought?
Why dem no dey celebrate us?
Why racism did dey hate us?
Why am I loosing my focus? (Why?)
Why dem no even dey rate us?
Why-why? Why oh?
Why? Why oh?
Why-why? Why oh?
All these stress for life that can be taken anytime
Rest on, Ajetomiwa
'Till we meet again, my gangster
Òshamó