Intro)
(Sound of a phone signal interference)
(Deep, rhythmic Log Drum: Gung... gung-gung... gung!)
Heh...
Subscriber is currently... unreachable.
Nor call me.
Nor text me.
Just dance.
(Verse 1)
Dem de try for "tag" me, dem de try for "mention"
But I nor get time for that kind of tension.
Dem mouth de run like say dem get contract
But me and dem drama, we nor get no contact.
I don put me spirit for "Do Not Disturb"
I de fly high, I de cruise for de curb.
If you talk me story, you de talk to yourself
I don put all your gist on top de highest shelf!
(Chorus)
(Log Drum drops heavy—Pure Bass Energy)
Ar lek den tok, ar nor care!
Me heart don lock, I nor de there!
I don "Off The Line," I don cut de wire
Me peace of mind na de only thing I desire!
Ar lek den tok, ar nor care!
Flight mode active... I de inna de air!
(Verse 2)
Dem say "You hear wetin Saliu say?"
I say "Bros, I de busy de look for me pay!"
Dem say "You see wetin Fatmata post?"
I say "I nor see nothing, I de eat me roast!"
I don build a wall way pass Great Wall of China
Me heart lock tight, e fine pass any designer.
You fit halla till your voice go "cracked"
But me heart na "No Entry"—it’s a solid fact!
(Bridge)
(Beat strips to a hypnotic shaker and a low bass hum)
No signal. (Off the line)
No data. (Off the line)
No network. (Off the line)
(Log drum builds up... brrrr-pa!)
I just de look dem... (Ahn-ahn)
I just de watch dem... (Ahn-ahn)
Dem nor reach... (Ahn-ahn)
Oya, log drum, scatter dem!
(Chorus)
(Maximum Volume - High Energy)
Ar lek den tok, ar nor care!
Me heart don lock, I nor de there!
I don "Off The Line," I don cut de wire
Me peace of mind na de only thing I desire!
(Outro)
(Smooth jazzy chords return)
Yeah...
The number you are trying to reach...
Is enjoying life.
Please hang up and mind your business.
Krio boy/girl vibe.
We out.
(Long, fading bass note)
