Victony – Way Home ft. Shorae Moore
Nigerian sensation Victony teams up with Shorae Moore on “Way Home,” a heartfelt anthem that blends Afrobeats with soulful R&B textures.
Victony’s vocal delivery is rich with emotion, gliding between smooth verses and powerful hooks that capture the essence of longing and hope.
The production sparkles with warm percussion and melodic layers, creating a lush soundscape that perfectly frames both artists’ voices on “Way Home.”
Add “Way Home” to your rotation immediately — it’s a track built for reflection, healing, and late‑night vibes.
Victony – Way Home ft. Shorae Moore
Way Home Lyrics:
This the typa song that I sing
Song that I sing when I do my meditation
Tryna right my wrongs, yeah, you see
Some dark memories, man, I wish I could erase am
Do some damage to my lungs and my kidney
Side effect as I dey do my medication (Medication)
They don't know where I come from
They no fit understand what I'm made of
I was seventeen with a dream
Now I'm feeling a slave to the dream I've been chasing
I put iron for my head, armour for my chest
I be singing, they be thinking na play play something
Them go tell me, "Bon appétit", when they want me on a verse
I go chop am, no remains, ah (Oh)
They don't know where I come from
They no fit understand what I'm made of
No
I know that I ain't perfect
Sometimes, when I dey meze
I dey judge myself, no mercy (Mm-mm)
No
They know that I've been workin'
And I dey try to count my blessings
But I dey judge myself, no mercy (No mercy o)
Sometimes, I just wanna slow down (Slow down)
But then, it's time to run again, o
(But then, it's time to run again, o)
As you can see
I've been trying to find my way home
But no time for holiday o, mm-hmm
(Holiday, oh)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
(But then, it's time to run again, o)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Making up excuses, tell you that I'm cooking
Tell you say I no off my apron
My baby see me as a cheat
Tell me how she wan believe?
How many times I go talk say na mistake, huh
If I check my Twitter, them compare me to BNXN
Compare me to Rema, compare to Omah Lay, gan
But they don't know where I come from
They no fit understand what I'm made of
Ok, this one no be gist, I dey hear my name for street
Say I'm leaving all the people that I came up with
Thank God say, God no be man, 'cause if it was up to them
Man I swear, them go hack my elevator
Me self na person pikin, so make una reasoning
No dey be say I no fit to feel the pain gan
I guess they don't know where I come from
They no fit understand what I'm made of
No
I know that I ain't perfect
Sometimes, when I dey meze
I dey judge myself, no mercy (Mm-mm)
No
They know that I've been workin'
And I dey try to count my blessings
But I dey judge myself, no mercy (No mercy o)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
(But then, it's time to run again, o)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
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Very Stubborn EP
Victony • 2025
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