Erigga’s intention in “Outro (Wrong Advice)” is deeply reflective. He isn’t blaming individuals, he’s highlighting patterns. He acknowledges how easy it is to follow advice when you’re young, desperate, or searching for direction. The song serves as a reminder that responsibility ultimately rests with you, no matter who spoke the words.
He uses the outro to address one of the quiet dangers of growing up in tough spaces: advice that sounds helpful but leads you the wrong way.
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[PreChorus]
Daddy sit down parlour, mummy dey the kitchen
Junior dey him room, e sit down dey listen
To some Paperboi flow, but them no know
Wetin Paperboi dey tell am when the volume low?
[Chorus]
I dey give am wrong advice (Wrong advise)
I dey give your daughter wrong advise (Wrong advise)
I dey feed Junior with wrong advise (Wrong advise)
I dey give Nkechi wrong advice (Wrong advise)
Oh, Lord!
[Verse 1]
Who tell you say make you read? Who tell you say work dey?
Who tell you say igbo dey kill? Make I give you update
Drop out of school, be a big fool, like Uncle Lucky
Carry okpo, smoke your igbo, from Monday to Thursday
Life fast, why not slow am with some codeine trees?
Blow all your money on crack, and some mugaga chicks
Oghene forbid mehn, na which kind rap be this?
Human being open him mouth, dey hala, "Cli-to-ris"
Later them go say, "Na Erigga dey spoil the kids"
Even me no go fit enter rap hala, "Cli-to-ris" (Never)
[PreChorus]
Daddy sit down palour, mummy dey the kitchen
Junior dey him room, e sit down dey listen
To some Paperboi flow, but them no know oo
Wetin Paperboi dey tell am when the volume low?
[Chorus]
I dey give am wrong advice (Wrong advise)
I dey give your daughter wrong advise (Wrong advise)
I dey feed Junior with wrong advise (Wrong advise)
I dey give Nkechi wrong advice (Wrong advise)
Oh, Lord!
[Verse 2]
No read, blow weed
Take your Popsy key, lo speed
Use him ATM collect cash
Carry 2 okpo with big yansh
Before you go your house, smoke like many wraps
Of igbo, your sister talk, dash am plenty slaps
You fit still sell your mama single, one na 20k
Na your house you thief, so, police no get any say
Your pastor say you get demon, go ask am, "Who he help?"
Na igbo dey do you, make e dey mumu himself
Una househelp fit still help you with some good blowjob
Your papa get money, you go still make am with no job at the end
[PreChorus]
Daddy sit down parlour, mummy dey the kitchen
Junior dey him room, e sit down dey listen
To some Paperboi flow, but them no know
Wetin Paperboi dey tell am when the volume low?
[Chorus]
I dey give am wrong advice (Wrong advise)
I dey give your daughter wrong advise (Wrong advise)
I dey feed Junior with wrong advise (Wrong advise)
I dey give Nkechi wrong advice (Wrong advise)
Oh, Lord!
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