Tequila

TEQUILA

(Afro-Trap x Amapiano | Melodic Rap, Spoken Word, Sung Hook)

Language: English + Pidgin, light Spanish

Mood: Luxury, Nightlife, Deep Message

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Tequila sweet pass honey…

E dey burn — but you go sip again.

First na vibes… then na medicine for pain.

We smile outside, but inside?

We dey drown — glass by glass.

Welcome to the party. Cheers.

(Adlibs: “Sip slow...”, “No be every smile dey happy…”)

Tequilaaa… (Ahhh yeah)

Raise your glass, forget sorrow

Pop champagne, borrow tomorrow

But who go save man from himself —

If escape don turn arrow?

Tequilaaa… (Ahhh yeah)

Lights dey flash, body dey burn

We dey high but truth still firm

Too much sugar dey spoil worm

Joy we dey chase, pain still confirm

(Adlibs: “One more shot!”, “Balance am!”, “Boomerang…”, “Real talk!”)

I walk in — lights like gold,

Champagne cold, story bold.

Dem hail — "Baba don show!"

But who ask why my eyes low?

Life sweet, coded bitter,

Smile with boys, miss my sister.

Shot I pour, no be tears,

Flex be mask, fear dey near.

Shey na Henny or heartbreak?

Mix pain with beat make vibe bake.

Dem say “live fast” —

But death dey watch slow like Netflix.

(Adlibs: “Dem no know!”, “Cover am!”, “Choke!”)

Tequilaaa… (Oya sip am)

Raise your glass, forget sorrow

Pop champagne, borrow tomorrow

But who go save man from himself —

If escape don turn arrow?

Tequilaaa… (Life dey run)

We dey dance, pain dey hum

From ghetto, we shine like sun

But no drown where we dey run from

(Adlibs: “Vibe dey!”, “Time no wait!”)

Una say “Fiesta!” — cuerpo no lie,

But deep down, I dey cry.

Casamigos plus regret —

Mistake don become mindset.

From one to two shots,

Man dey toast with thoughts.

Baddest vibe for club floor —

But Uber ride dey empty when beat low.

I flex, I ball,

But who pick call when wall fall?

You chill? You soft?

But who go talk truth when music off?

(Adlibs: “Omo!”, “Lights out!”, “Think am…”)

Dem no dey write addiction for bottle.

Dem no dey measure depression with vibes.

Ask who lose control…

E start like fun, end like prison.

(Adlibs: “Truth…”, “Real life…”)

Tequilaaa… (Yeahh)

Toast your pain,

But healing no dey inside champagne.

No judge — I sip too, know the lane,

But truth dey knock inside rain

Tequilaaa… (Ahhh yeah)

From Lagos to Madrid, same way

Luxury dey blind, but we still pray

If you dey sip — guide your way

No let your soul slip away

(Adlibs: “Hold am tight!”)

E sweet…

But no let am carry you go where love no fit reach.

Tequila no be enemy — but e no be saviour.

Drink with mind… or lose am.

(Adlibs: “Stay woke…”)