Intro (Producer Tag Only):
(Warm percussion builds, guitar lick teasing in)
[Lowest pitched voice, rumbling like sub‑bass]
“Prince Romantic… pon di riddim…”
*(echo FX trails: “…riddim… riddim… riddim…”)
—then the groove drops: syncopated kick, conga percussion, sliding bassline, Afrobeat guitar skank.
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Chorus (catchy, call‑and‑response style):
Fake friends dey smile, but their eyes don’t lie,
Dance with me now, but tomorrow they deny.
I keep my circle small, only real ones ride,
Truth go shine bright, fake ones fade outside.
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Verse 1 (storytelling):
We dey hustle together, share the same dream,
Talk of big plans, future dey gleam.
But envy enter heart, jealousy dey grow,
Behind closed doors, betrayal start show.
I give you trust, you give me pain,
You dey laugh loud, but your love no remain.
Now I dey wiser, I see through disguise,
No more surprise, I dey cut all ties.
Verse 2 (uplifting twist):
Life no easy, but I still dey grow,
Blessings dey flow, and my spirit dey glow.
Real ones dey stand, we dey move as one,
Fake ones dey scatter when the fire dey burn.
I no go stop, I dey chase my light,
Turn betrayal to rhythm, make the future bright.
Afrobeat dey call, and my soul dey free,
No fake energy go dey follow me.
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Bridge (melodic, reflective):
Not every hand we shake dey clean,
Not every smile dey what it seem.
But I go dance, I go rise above,
Fake friends fade, real ones show love.
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Final Chorus (anthemic, crowd‑style):
Fake friends dey smile, but their eyes don’t lie,
Dance with me now, but tomorrow they deny.
I keep my circle small, only real ones ride,
Truth go shine bright, fake ones fade outside.
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Outro (groovy fade‑out):
(Percussion softens, guitar licks echo, vocals chant)
“Fake love no fit survive…
Real ones dey keep me alive…
I go dance, I go shine…
Only truth go stand the test of time…”
*(Beat fades with conga rhythm + vocal ad‑libs: “Eeh..eh.. Ohh
