(Intro) (
Heavy,
rhythmic
Afrobeat
percussion
kicks
in,
syncopated
with
a
deep,
pulsing
bassline.
A
distant,
melodic
synth
echoes
in
the
background.)
Yeah,
yeah.
They
see
the
face,
but
they
don't
see
the
heart.
Uh,
Enigma. (
Verse 1)
Street
lights
glowing,
rhythm
in
my
feet
But
my
heart
is
heavy,
skipping
every
beat
I'm
dancing
in
the
club,
sipping
on
a
vibe
But
I'm
fighting
battles
that
I
can't
describe
One
day
I'm
lonely,
craving
someone
real
The
next
I'm
a
fortress,
built
of
stone
and
steel
I
text
her "
I
miss
you,"
then
I
block
the
line
I'm
a
walking
contradiction,
losing
my
mind. (
Chorus)
My
circle
calls
me
Enigma,
a
mystery
in
the
flesh
They
see
the
way
I
move,
but
they
can't
even
guess
My
love
life
is
a
mess,
a
broken,
jagged
song
One
minute
I'm
right,
the
next
I'm
going
wrong
Yeah,
they
call
me
Enigma,
lost
in
the
heat
A
beautiful
chaos
on
a
PH
street. (
Verse 2)
My
brothers
say, "
Omo,
what
is
wrong
with
your
head?
Why
you
chasing
ghosts
instead
of
building
instead?"
They
see
me
with
a
girl,
laughing
under
the
moon
Then
they
see
me
solo,
fading
out
too
soon
I'm
a
riddle
in
the
making,
a
puzzle
in
the
dark
Looking
for
a
flame,
but
I
can't
find
the
spark
I'm
high
on
the
feeling,
then
I'm
crashing
down
low
Where
the
love
is
supposed
to
be,
I
just
don't
know.
Looking
for
a
flame,
but
I
can't
find
the
spark
I'm
high
on
the
feeling,
then
I'm
crashing
down
low
Where
the
love
is
supposed
to
be,
I
just
don't
know. (
Bridge) (
Beat
drops
out,
leaving
only
a
melodic
drum
and
a
soulful
vocal
chop)
Is
it
the
rhythm?
Or
is
it
the
pain?
Searching
for
the
sun
in
the
middle
of
the
rain
I'm
a
ghost
in
the
party,
a
king
without
a
throne
Trying
to
find
a
way
to
not
feel
alone. (
Chorus)
My
circle
calls
me
Enigma,
a
mystery
in
the
flesh
They
see
the
way
I
move,
but
they
can't
even
guess
My
love
life
is
a
mess,
a
broken,
jagged
song
One
minute
l'm
right,
the
next
I'm
going
wrong
Yeah,
they
call
me
Enigma,
lost
in
the
heat
A
beautiful
chaos
on
a
PH
street. (
Outro) (
Percussion
slows
down,
the
bass
becomes
more
melodic
and
sparse)
A
mystery..
Just
a
boy
in
the
rhythm,
lost
in
the
beat.
E.
N.
I.
G.
I.
Best (
Fade
out
with
a
final,
echoing
drum
hit)