Glass Jaw

(Voicemail beep)
(Cold open, a cappella)
Tunde, pick up...

[Verse 1]
(Music enters: fingerpicked guitar, subtle log drum)
It's Bayo. I'm by that spot near Shitta Roundabout, the one with the blue gate.
I saw her car. Saw him. The timing was off, man, the whole combination.
This air con is fighting the sweat on my neck, and my head just dey spin.
This one na heavy-weight matter, I no know where to begin.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Music swells, key lifts up a whole step)
And I see your hand on my back, that first day for studio.
"E go be," you talk am, your belief na im make the thing grow.

[Chorus]
(Music drops back to home key, wall-of-sound hits)
So how I fit watch you take the hit? A blindside hook you no see?
When your heart get a glass jaw, the first punch is on me.

[Verse 2]
This ain't my fight, no be my corner, but I'm seeing you telegraph the pain.
Every quiet laugh from their table feels like acid rain.
I'm supposed to be your sparring partner, the one to call out the feint.
But silence is golden, abi? Until it just ain't.

[Bridge]
Me, I learn to hold my position, wait for the bell to ring true.
But the longest ten-count I ever faced is waiting on what to tell you.

[Chorus]
(Music hits even harder)
So how I fit watch you take the hit? A blindside hook you no see?
When your heart get a glass jaw, the first punch is on me.

[Outro]
(Music fades to just the guitar and a distant log drum)
Just... call me when you get this. Before the next round.
(click)