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3kona, Friday Market 2 by Oki

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3kona, Friday Market 2 by Oki - Afrobeat music cover art

3kona, Friday Market 2

Afrobeat

0:003:03
Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
Sun cracks the sky, streets flood with chatter and pulse,
Old baba with weathered hands, counting beads and tales,
Color spills from woven baskets, mangoes and markets,
Laughter bubbles over bowls of steaming groundnut soup.
[Pre-Chorus]
Feet barely touch dirt, drums beat in chests of vendors,
Stories traded like coins, whispered secrets in shadowed corners,
Every stall glints with sweat and smile, a fragile treasure,
Here where time bends, under the heavy mango shade.
[Chorus]
3kona, feel the rhythm rise on Friday air,
Spices curl, hands meet, stories weaving there,
Drums roll, feet fly, in the market's fiery glow,
3kona, the heartbeat where the city lets go.
[Verse 2]
Children dart through stalls, chasing the scent of sugarcane,
Women barter, voices sharp as the cut fish they sell,
The old radio hums a tune only the sun knows,
While the dust settles slow on dreams that walk home after dark.
[Pre-Chorus]
Silhouettes by firelight, sweat glistening like morning dew,
Faces in the flicker, fears and hopes painted in ochre hues,
The market breathes — a beast full of laughter and bargaining cries,
Drawing us in, deep where the day’s heart beats loudest.
[Chorus]
3kona, feel the rhythm rise on Friday air,
Spices curl, hands meet, stories weaving there,
Drums roll, feet fly, in the market's fiery glow,
3kona, the heartbeat where the city lets go.
[Bridge]
Night folds the sky, but the colors don’t fade—
Lantern flames flicker soft, casting shadows that play,
From cracked smiles to the drum’s last call,
3kona keeps a pulse, no matter the fall.
[Chorus]
3kona, feel the rhythm rise on Friday air,
Spices curl, hands meet, stories weaving there,
Drums roll, feet fly, in the market's fiery glow,
3kona, the heartbeat where the city lets go.
[Outro]
Empty baskets, quiet steps, day bows out slow,
But in dreams, the market’s blaze continues to grow,
3kona, where life's spice and spirit will always flow.
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