Lagos Weave

[Verse 1]
Sun beats down, the road a metal river flow,
But in this chaos, a dance begins to grow.
Every car a stage, a window for a smile,
We find our rhythm, even for a while.

[Chorus]
Lagos traffic, oh, the rhythm in the sun,
Every honk a drum, the joy has just begun.
Weaving through the lanes, a pattern bold and bright,
This asphalt dance floor, shining in the light.

[Verse 2]
Small boy balances tray, an artist in the lane,
Mama calls her wares, through all the heat and strain.
Okada weave and bend, no time to stand and wait,
A symphony of hustle, sealing our own fate.

[Chorus]
Lagos traffic, oh, the rhythm in the sun,
Every honk a drum, the joy has just begun.
Weaving through the lanes, a pattern bold and bright,
This asphalt dance floor, shining in the light.

[Bridge]
They say "Eko o ni baje," Lagos won't spoil,
The threads of our spirits, in this fertile soil.
From market calls to engines, a collective pulse,
This city's heartbeat, never giving false.

[Outro]
Oh, the Lagos weave, moving with the heat,
Finding triumph in every single beat.