[Nigerian Pidgin] Hustloria

Lyrics

**[INTRO — African Market Sounds, Handclaps, Highlife Guitar]**

*(Female voice, softly)*

Mama, I dey see you.
Papa, I dey see you.

To all the people wey dey work for better tomorrow…
Dis one na for you!

*(Percussion enters)*

Hey-ya! Hey-ya!
Oh-eh-oh!

Hustle, hustle, glory!
Everybody get im own tori!

*(Bass drops)*

**[CHORUS — Explosive Afro-House Dance Hook]**

Hustle, hustle, glory!
Everybody get im own tori!

Hey-ya-yo! Hey-ya-yo!
See how small dream fit grow!

Hustle, hustle, glory!
Come make you dance enter your tori!

Hands up high!
Legs down low!

HUSTLORIA!
Make di whole world sabi!

**[VERSE 1 — Warm, Bouncy Afrobeats]**

Oh mama, I fit see am for your eyes,
Early morning for under di skies.
Every small sale, every long day,
You dey build somtin in your own way.

Oh papa, rain no fit stop your grind,
Still you see reason to start again.
Every honest effort, every seed you plant,
Na part of somtin wey you want to grow.

From di market stalls to di open fields,
Talent dey for everywhere wey di earth reveal.
When people sabi trade di right way,
More chance go dey for everybody play.

Sweefin dey bring new waya to connect,
To share and build with care dey set.
Help more people join body
In dis world of chance wey dey share.

**[PRE-CHORUS — Rising Female Harmonies]**

Feel dat rhythm for your heartbeat,
Feel dat courage for your feet.

Every dream start when you try,
Every journey get im own beat.

Take one step, then take another,
Make di music show di waya.

To di dreamers and di doers,
Today na your day to celebrate!

**[CHORUS — Full Afro-House Drop]**

Hustle, hustle, glory!
Everybody get im own tori!

Hey-ya-yo! Hey-ya-yo!
See how small dream fit grow!

Hustle, hustle, glory!
Come make you dance enter your tori!

Hands up high!
Legs down low!

HUSTLORIA!