Nia On The Floor
v4
@Hamdi Farajalla
Nia On The Floor
v4
@Hamdi Farajalla
Text
[Verse 1]
She walk in with the sunrise
Beads on her wrist, gold in her eyes
Sand on her heels, cool on her skin
Whole room lean when she walk in
Hair tied up, smile like fire
Every step say, "don't get tired"
She got that grace, she got that flame
Everybody learn her name
[Pre-Chorus]
Oya, come closer
Let the night get bolder
When she moves, the crowd go loud
One touch, she pull you out
[Chorus]
African girl, African girl
Turn my head, shake my world
African girl, African girl
Spin that room, own that swirl
(african girl)
She don't try, she just shine
(african girl)
One sweet smile, I lose my mind
[Verse 2]
She from the town with the red dust roads
Moon on her face and a heart that glows
Laughter bright like mango juice
She know her worth, she keep it true
When she talk, it's a drumline call
When she dance, man, I want it all
Not too much, just that one glance
Then my whole body start to dance
[Pre-Chorus]
Oya, come closer
Let the night get bolder
When she moves, the crowd go loud
One touch, she pull you out
[Chorus]
African girl, African girl
Turn my head, shake my world
African girl, African girl
Spin that room, own that swirl
(african girl)
She don't try, she just shine
(african girl)
One sweet smile, I lose my mind
[Bridge]
Mm, she got that magic
Soft but savage
From the village to the stage
She can light up every page
[break]
Tell me your name, I can learn it slow
I just want one more dance before you go
[Chorus]
African girl, African girl
Turn my head, shake my world
African girl, African girl
Spin that room, own that swirl
(african girl)
She don't try, she just shine
(african girl)
One sweet smile, I lose my mind
She walk in with the sunrise
Beads on her wrist, gold in her eyes
Sand on her heels, cool on her skin
Whole room lean when she walk in
Hair tied up, smile like fire
Every step say, "don't get tired"
She got that grace, she got that flame
Everybody learn her name
[Pre-Chorus]
Oya, come closer
Let the night get bolder
When she moves, the crowd go loud
One touch, she pull you out
[Chorus]
African girl, African girl
Turn my head, shake my world
African girl, African girl
Spin that room, own that swirl
(african girl)
She don't try, she just shine
(african girl)
One sweet smile, I lose my mind
[Verse 2]
She from the town with the red dust roads
Moon on her face and a heart that glows
Laughter bright like mango juice
She know her worth, she keep it true
When she talk, it's a drumline call
When she dance, man, I want it all
Not too much, just that one glance
Then my whole body start to dance
[Pre-Chorus]
Oya, come closer
Let the night get bolder
When she moves, the crowd go loud
One touch, she pull you out
[Chorus]
African girl, African girl
Turn my head, shake my world
African girl, African girl
Spin that room, own that swirl
(african girl)
She don't try, she just shine
(african girl)
One sweet smile, I lose my mind
[Bridge]
Mm, she got that magic
Soft but savage
From the village to the stage
She can light up every page
[break]
Tell me your name, I can learn it slow
I just want one more dance before you go
[Chorus]
African girl, African girl
Turn my head, shake my world
African girl, African girl
Spin that room, own that swirl
(african girl)
She don't try, she just shine
(african girl)
One sweet smile, I lose my mind
Musikstil
Afrobeats with a bouncing dembow-leaning groove, crisp log drum pulse, syncopated percussion, and warm guitar skanks; verse stays lean with soft kick, bass, and marimba accents, pre-chorus lifts with rising chants and handclaps, chorus opens wide with stacked female harmonies and a chantable call-and-response hook. Close-mic female lead with airy doubles, playful ad-libs, delay throws on the hook word, and little percussion fills between lines. Bright, glossy, sunlit mix with punchy low end and sparkling top, beats
