(Oya, ehen! Dem know say today na my day! Ah-ah!)
August eight, we lock it down! No dulling!
Wake up this morning, I look the mirror, omo I see grace
Blessings dey follow me everywhere, e dey show for my face
No more generator wahala, today we dey shine the light
August eight baby, we go dance till the morning bright
Oya celebrate, e choke! Today na my birthday oh!
August eight gbedu, we dey play am low-key to high-key oh!
Pour the champagne, make we chop the life, no wahala
Na my day, na soft life, God don ginger my matter!
From Lagos to Abuja, we dey pop the bottles today
Oya call the DJ make e spin the record this way
My friends and family, everyone dey vibe for the place
August eight child, nobody fit stop my race
Oya celebrate, e choke! Today na my birthday oh!
August eight gbedu, we dey play am low-key to high-key oh!
Pour the champagne, make we chop the life, no wahala
Na my day, na soft life, God don ginger my matter!
(No dulling! Ah-ah!)
August eight, we out here.
Oya, shey you dey whine me?
Yeah, happy birthday to me!