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
