On tour girl just to see you,
Make a nigga say ‘I do’,
Anxious round you like the rent due,
In the bedroom, you experimental… mental.

Diamonds and things, baby, watch it gleam,
The finest of rings, livin' outta our dream.

Wore that dress, it was see-through,
Goodbye, it was nice to meet you.
Only had six rules, those shots hit like a pistol,

We in a complicated place,
You set the pace, but I don’t follow,
Hurry up tomorrow,
Our apartment filled with sorrow.
Blues, I couldn’t borrow,
The hourglass fading,
Brella, it was raining.

On tour girl just to see you,
Make a nigga say ‘I do’,
Anxious round you like the rent due,
In the bedroom, you was experimental… mental.

Diamonds and things, baby, watch it gleam,
The finest of rings, livin' outta our dream.

Wore that dress, it was see-through,
Goodbye, it was nice to meet you.
Only had six rules, those shots hit like a pistol,

You a bad bitch in training,
But a nigga ain’t complaining,
In the church you was freak,
Party every weekend,
Thursday night you was geeked.
Pastor daughter, let me preach,
Is it a reach? If I got receipts,
Elephant in the room,
You got surgery too soon,
House parties at the pool,
I gotta let my bitch bloom.


On tour girl just to see you,
Make a nigga say ‘I do’,
Anxious round you like the rent due,
In the bedroom, you were experimental… mental.

Diamonds and things, baby, watch it gleam,
The finest of rings, livin' outta our dream.

Wore that dress, it was see-through,
Goodbye, it was nice to meet you.
Only had six rules, those shots was like a pistol,

We in a complicated place,
You set the pace, but I don’t follow,
Hurry up tomorrow,
Our apartment filled with sorrow.
Blues, I couldn’t borrow,
The hourglass fading,
Brella, it was raining.

On tour girl just to see you,
Make a nigga say ‘I do’,
Anxious round you like the rent due,
In the bedroom, you was experimental… mental.

Diamonds and things, baby, watch it gleam,
The finest of rings, livin' outta our dream.

Wore that dress, it was see-through,
Goodbye, it was nice to meet you.
Only had six rules, those shots hit like a pistol,

You a bad bitch in training,
But a nigga ain’t complaining,
In the church you was freak,
Party every weekend,
Thursday night you was geeked.
Pastor daughter, let me preach,
Is it a reach? If I got receipts,
Elephant in the room,
You got surgery too soon,
House parties at the pool,
I gotta let my bitch bloom.

On tour girl just to see you,
Make a nigga say ‘I do’,
Anxious round you like the rent due,
In the bedroom, you was experimental… mental.

Diamonds and things, baby, watch it gleam,
The finest of rings, livin' outta our dream.

Wore that dress, it was see-through,
Goodbye, it was nice to meet you.
Only had six rules, those shots hit like a pistol,


Obsessed [Demo]

Gbenga is an artist hailing from South London. 

Influenced by Kendrick Lamar, Sampha & Kanye West, his top-tier lyricism, virtuosic microphone command, and sharp conceptual vision consolidate his musical journey.