After Image
City don sleep inside 16-bit blue, but memory no sleep.
After Image is about the afterimage that stays when the light is gone. That perfume still dey for your hoodie. That laugh wey you find inside the loop. The voice-box ghost wey dey whisper "wake up" when strobe cut through and everybody don go.
I built it on an old-school loop with vinyl crackle - because memory itself na loop. Every scratch na memory. Two keys down, one heart up. Shadow long, but you still dey dance for dream wey be you.
The hook is a refusal: No fade out for me now. In a world where everything fades, we be afterimage for light - we dey stay longer than we suppose to. We hold midnight tight like bass wey dey hold onto you. Golden for that flash before blue turn to grey.
Then that final question: If I press stop, you go still remain? If we be echo... make we echo beautiful, abeg.
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