[Music + Lyrics] 1-2-3 – Tru Mantra
Energetic Nigerian gospel duo, recording artistes, and songwriters, Lanre Abiose and Tony Okwechime popular as Tru Mantra delivers a brand new single titled, “1-2-3,” produced by Phat-E.
The single comes with well-written Lyrics and a unique blend of Afro-hip hop, tackling the all-too-common trend of perpetuating false appearances in characteristic Tru Mantra style.
In their words; “From peer pressure to social media-induced angst, the consequences of focusing solely on external, material things at the expense of all else can be dire.”
“The song urges caution and an examination of self! Take a listen, reflect, act, and then listen again. You’ll enjoy it every single time even if it’s calling you out!” – Tru Mantra concludes.
The music duo delivers this song amid myriad nuances, communicating clearly their Christian worldview and drawing richly from the influence of their formative years spent growing up in Lagos, Nigeria.
Their mission statement – Light music in a dark world – is driven by “a desire to evoke thought while delivering music that cuts across demographics and genres.”
Lyrics: 1-2-3 by Tru Mantra
Chorus:
1-2- 3
1-2- 3
Take a look at me
Tell me what you see
Verse 1:
Oh no, Mr. Blow Blow,
I got eyeballs on your M.O
Looking fly on the outside
But your innards needing chemo
I got the ammo
I know you’re on the up and up
I see the pictures on Insta,
Flash, flash, click, click, lock!
Mallorca to Playa Vista, hole up
It’s time for another selfie, chin up
Gotta get the angle just right on your iPhone
Duck, duck
Gotta get your girl’s pout locked in,
Honey pucker up
Take a seat Narcissus, ah,
You know it ain’t like that
Everybody thinks you’re cool
You ain’t got it like that
You know the emptiness you feel inside
Why you frontin’ like that?
Touche Mr. Broadway gonna keep stuntin’ like that?
Listen, my man, how long can you keep this up?
Tied up in knots so tight inside
You know you’re fit to pop
Suave and debonair on the outside
But on the inside, all beat up
Don’t try to keep up with the Joneses anymore
Just stop
Chorus:
1-2- 3
1-2- 3
Take a look at me
Tell me what you see
Verse 2:
You’re so vain you appear to be popping
You’re so fly we can see you are coming
Just be upfront, don’t be fronting
Lust of the flesh got a grip on you
You were covered by the blood but it creeped on you
When you’re home alone like Mac Culkin
Do you fight the thief when he’s knocking?
Or you open the door and let him come in?
Bible verse and buttock exhibition
What a weird juxtaposition
To go from grass to grace
You don’t need to catch a case
You don’t need to become two-faced
I know sometimes it’s hard to show your real face
Let the son (sun) in
Let the light shine, this is nighttime
Let the father take you to your own place
Then people will see your true face
Verse 3:
Hey, hey Ms. Show Show
How you doing today?
I don’t believe we met in the past
My name is Tru and I’m here to sway
Not here to play, know you’re the mistress of the game
Let’s not delay, get to shaking tables
Fanning flames
I know you got your act down
Social media influencer
You going viral every day, digital influenza
Likes and tweets got more folk on your case than a solicitor
You clean up every day
More spick and span than a janitor
Okay, but how is all this working for you
You’re all alone when the lights go out
Ain’t nobody talking to you
When you take that makeup off, do you even like you?
Can the real you step up
Not the girl in comments and views
It doesn’t have to be this way, you can rest
Don’t have to deal with pressure every day
Life’s not a quest
Living up to expectations is a notorious task
Drop the facade, quit the charade
It’s going to be for the best
Chorus:
1-2- 3
1-2- 3
Take a look at me
Tell me what you see
