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Bridge (duet; harmonies swell) Kofi: I watched the seasons learn your face. Ofori: I learned to carry rain like a secret. Kofi: If roads lead away, they still remember the weight of two feet. Together: Come closer — let us make a harbor from our hands.

Final Chorus (full, anthemic) Atweetan — your name becomes my lighthouse, Atweetan — I keep it close when storms come calling. No ledger can hold the way you keep me honest; no clock can steal the hours we gave the moon. Atweetan — sing it once, and the world leans in. (Atweetan… atweetan… atweetan…)

Soft dusk settles over Accra’s old quarter. The streetlights blink awake like tired lanterns. From a narrow balcony above the market, a warm alto cuts through the evening hum — Ofori’s voice, honeyed and familiar, weaving a story about love that lingers beyond the last refrain.

Verse 2 You braided morning into my empty cups, spoke the quiet into coffee, the fierce into my palms. There was a day I thought I lost the map to you — then your laughter folded the edges back. We danced on borrowed rooftops, gave the night a reason, traced a promise in the dust that only we could read.

Instrumental break — highlife guitar arpeggios ripple, trumpet sighs like distant horns from a trotro, maracas keep the heartbeat steady. The music breathes between the voices; the city listens.

Ofori Amponsah Ft. Kofi Nti - Atweetan [2026]

Ofori Amponsah Ft. Kofi Nti - Atweetan [2026]

Bridge (duet; harmonies swell) Kofi: I watched the seasons learn your face. Ofori: I learned to carry rain like a secret. Kofi: If roads lead away, they still remember the weight of two feet. Together: Come closer — let us make a harbor from our hands.

Final Chorus (full, anthemic) Atweetan — your name becomes my lighthouse, Atweetan — I keep it close when storms come calling. No ledger can hold the way you keep me honest; no clock can steal the hours we gave the moon. Atweetan — sing it once, and the world leans in. (Atweetan… atweetan… atweetan…) Ofori Amponsah ft. Kofi Nti - Atweetan

Soft dusk settles over Accra’s old quarter. The streetlights blink awake like tired lanterns. From a narrow balcony above the market, a warm alto cuts through the evening hum — Ofori’s voice, honeyed and familiar, weaving a story about love that lingers beyond the last refrain. Bridge (duet; harmonies swell) Kofi: I watched the

Verse 2 You braided morning into my empty cups, spoke the quiet into coffee, the fierce into my palms. There was a day I thought I lost the map to you — then your laughter folded the edges back. We danced on borrowed rooftops, gave the night a reason, traced a promise in the dust that only we could read. Together: Come closer — let us make a

Instrumental break — highlife guitar arpeggios ripple, trumpet sighs like distant horns from a trotro, maracas keep the heartbeat steady. The music breathes between the voices; the city listens.