ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
CHRONICLES OF THE STREET: ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK:
Pure water, (Ice water)
Ice,(mi'ma wo'bi anaa)
Pure water...
Ice,(mi'ma wo'bi anaa)
Amu'adwo,
Boflot,(Boflot)
3nkati3,
Atadwi,Atadwi,
(Mi'ma wu s3n)
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
In fact, the hustle be real.
(True, the hustle be real)
VERSE 1 :
No matter the hurdle.
They fighting through hustle.
God bless those people,
Who abstain from the seat of the scornful.
And they're so humble.
They're far from troubles.
(They're so humble)
Scope of asuoden,
"3nko ho, Mi'firi ho"
Ayokor, Ajokor ni Adokor,
Killers di omo'akyi aka'ho,
So if them dey enter sef no korkorkor.
What the hell?
I no want ring bell.
They that know won't tell.
We should allow the sleeping dog lie so well.
'cause I'm okay in my peaceful shell.
CHORUS:
Chronicles of the street,
Ashawo on freak.
Opana on heat.
Bet no dey make boys eat.
I swear that be .
Hold on...hold on.
Souls are Pershing.
Tramol laced with drink,
Wow, what be this?
(What be this)
Come to think of it,
Charley, that be .
(Charley, I say that be )
VERSE 2:
Hmm,
the stories are funny and crazy,
Shattered dreams and faded hopes,
The narration looks flemzy.
The rich are cautious on their toes,
And the empty barrels are always noisy.
Slow,
(3ny3 eazy)
The situation is breeding woes.
Kofi baboni or abahy3boni,
Who should be blamed, oh?
Kyir3 mi wo suban, (kyir3 mi)
Na mi'nkyir3 wo w'adamfo.
Yaa Mukuii,
Wo si y3nfr3 wo Araba Hipsy,
Afekubo nti,
Da'biaa w'ay3 busy.(Busy for nothing)
CHORUS:
Chronicles of the street,
Ashawo on freak.
Opana on heat.
Bet no dey make boys eat.
I swear that be .
Hold on...hold on.
Souls are Perishing.
Tramol laced with drink,
Wow, what be this?
(What be this)
Come to think of it,
Charley, that be .
(Charley, I say that be )
CHORUS:
Chronicles of the street,
Ashawo on freak.
Opana on heat.
Bet no dey make boys eat.
(Boys no dey heed)
I swear that be .
Hold on...hold on.
Souls are Perishing.
Tramol laced with drink,
Wow, what be this?
(What be this)
Come to think of it,
Charley, that be .
(Charley, I say that be )
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
CHORUS:
Chronicles of the street,
Ashawo on freak.
Opana on heat.
Bet no dey make boys eat.
I swear that be .
Hold on...hold on.
Souls are Perishing.
Tramol laced with drink,
Wow, what be this?
(What be this)
Come to think of it,
Charley, that be .
(Charley, I say that be )
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK:
Pure water, (Ice water)
Ice,(mi'ma wo'bi anaa)
Pure water...
Ice,(mi'ma wo'bi anaa)
Amu'adwo,
Boflot,(Boflot)
3nkati3,
Atadwi,Atadwi,
(Mi'ma wu s3n)
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
In fact, the hustle be real.
(True, the hustle be real)
VERSE 1 :
No matter the hurdle.
They fighting through hustle.
God bless those people,
Who abstain from the seat of the scornful.
And they're so humble.
They're far from troubles.
(They're so humble)
Scope of asuoden,
"3nko ho, Mi'firi ho"
Ayokor, Ajokor ni Adokor,
Killers di omo'akyi aka'ho,
So if them dey enter sef no korkorkor.
What the hell?
I no want ring bell.
They that know won't tell.
We should allow the sleeping dog lie so well.
'cause I'm okay in my peaceful shell.
CHORUS:
Chronicles of the street,
Ashawo on freak.
Opana on heat.
Bet no dey make boys eat.
I swear that be .
Hold on...hold on.
Souls are Pershing.
Tramol laced with drink,
Wow, what be this?
(What be this)
Come to think of it,
Charley, that be .
(Charley, I say that be )
VERSE 2:
Hmm,
the stories are funny and crazy,
Shattered dreams and faded hopes,
The narration looks flemzy.
The rich are cautious on their toes,
And the empty barrels are always noisy.
Slow,
(3ny3 eazy)
The situation is breeding woes.
Kofi baboni or abahy3boni,
Who should be blamed, oh?
Kyir3 mi wo suban, (kyir3 mi)
Na mi'nkyir3 wo w'adamfo.
Yaa Mukuii,
Wo si y3nfr3 wo Araba Hipsy,
Afekubo nti,
Da'biaa w'ay3 busy.(Busy for nothing)
CHORUS:
Chronicles of the street,
Ashawo on freak.
Opana on heat.
Bet no dey make boys eat.
I swear that be .
Hold on...hold on.
Souls are Perishing.
Tramol laced with drink,
Wow, what be this?
(What be this)
Come to think of it,
Charley, that be .
(Charley, I say that be )
CHORUS:
Chronicles of the street,
Ashawo on freak.
Opana on heat.
Bet no dey make boys eat.
(Boys no dey heed)
I swear that be .
Hold on...hold on.
Souls are Perishing.
Tramol laced with drink,
Wow, what be this?
(What be this)
Come to think of it,
Charley, that be .
(Charley, I say that be )
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
CHORUS:
Chronicles of the street,
Ashawo on freak.
Opana on heat.
Bet no dey make boys eat.
I swear that be .
Hold on...hold on.
Souls are Perishing.
Tramol laced with drink,
Wow, what be this?
(What be this)
Come to think of it,
Charley, that be .
(Charley, I say that be )
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