Right there, donde duele más (версия 2)

Verse

Aunty dey grind pepper for the wooden bowl

Scotch bonnet burning red, hotter than coal

Mortar dey knock like a talking drum

Market dey shake till the evening come

Ata rodo sweet for my tongue and lip

Sweat on my brow but I no go quit

Danfo dey pass with the smoke and sound

Pepper soup steaming, best in town

Pre-Chorus

Hold my hand, let the fire grow

Feel the heat where the true things show

Blow on the spoon, but don't look away

Some kind of hurt gats come to stay

Chorus

Right there, donde duele más

The pepper dey burn but I want more

Sweet kind of ache, dey warm my chest

Donde duele más, e still be the best

Verse

Alaba market busy for Friday sun

Naira dey pass hand to hand, one by one

Zobo dey chill for the ice block tray

Cool my mouth but the fire go stay

You dey laugh with the pepper still on your teeth

Water for eye but the smile no leave

Tin roof shaking with the afternoon rain

Same kind sweetness living in the pain

Pre-Chorus

Hold my hand, let the fire grow

Feel the heat where the true things show

Pour the palm oil, make the pot complete

Some kind of hurt go always taste sweet

Chorus

Right there, donde duele más

The pepper dey burn but I want more

Sweet kind of ache, dey warm my chest

Donde duele más, e still be the best

Bridge

Everybody for the queue dey feel the sting

Aunty dey laugh, say na normal thing

Pepper no dey pick, e touch us the same

Whole street dey burn together in the flame

One kain fire, but we all dey smile

Lagos go always turn pain into style

Chorus

Right there, donde duele más

The pepper dey burn but I want more

Sweet kind of ache, dey warm my chest

Donde duele más, e still be the best