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I love music with all my heart, body and soul so I’m not here to criticize music or any form of art. I believe music is art besides what have I sang eh? So let me just go straight to the point. There are certain things that amaze me about some songs. You know how you hear some songs and you’re wondering ‘really?’, like when Ellie Goulding said ‘’you’re the color of my blood’’ in her ‘’love me like you do’’ or when Uhuru said ‘’you’re the beginning and the end’’ in Uhuru and Wizkid’s ‘’Ungowami’’ (I don’t know if I spelt it correctly and I’m too lazy to google).

When I heard Ellie Goulding’s phrase, I know she was being deep and all but part of me was asking ‘how can someone be the color of your blood?’, do you mean like blue, black, red or whatever color of blood there is? But Wizkid’s song was supposed to be a love song but his phrase was a ‘’God phrase” as far as I’m concerned but again, that’s a deep phrase, very deep I must say.
Another thing that amuses me is when artists say something like “you gotta come out for this one” in their songs so I’m like ‘which one?’ especially when you said it in the song before that one and the one before that and so on. And when they say something like ‘I usually don’t do this but…’, I’m like ‘sigh, what do you usually do abi what is the ‘this’ that you don’t usually do?’

I remember someone complaining about deejays who says something like ‘’so who’s here to party?’’ at parties. All in all, it’s what makes it interesting, right? So what’s the worst thing that you’ve heard an artist say? Oh I know it’s only in music videos that they promise what they don’t have or they claim to have what they don’t but I’m sure you’ve heard something else I didn’t mention, please share with us.


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