BOS, MOTOKA, KOKNAT BREEZE

Bɔs dey jam di street so tight Mɔtoka dem pass with di city's light Pikin dem dey laugh as di world dey spin Koknat breeze dey cool di mind within Chak fit di belly when dɔn dey near Titi dey dance like she no get fear Rɔnbɛlɛ fall but e rise again Echo dey loud inside di rain Bɔs mɔtoka with koknat breeze Pikin and titi dey move with ease Chak and dɔn for every line Rɔnbɛlɛ bounce but still we shine Mɔtoka horn dey sing for town Koknat dey fall as e hit di ground Pikin dey draw dreams for plenty sand Titi dey hold am for di hand Chak dey scatter but dɔn dey call Rɔnbɛlɛ rise oh after e fall Bɔs dey carry dreams to new terrain Life na rhythm for di street again Bɔs mɔtoka with koknat breeze Pikin and titi dey move with ease Chak and dɔn for every line Rɔnbɛlɛ bounce but still we shine