
Lyrics
Oh
♪
Mad
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Baby, the weather is getting cold
Cold inside, double sweater
I am young, ordinary
Paranoid, I can’t picture this world
Without you in my life
Oh-oh-oh, baby (ooh, ooh)
♪
My love, my love, my love
My love, my love, my love
Sweet Fanta Diallo, I no fit forget you
Ebezina, ebezina, nsọgbu sọọgbu, oh (yeah)
If I speak English, oh-oh
Chọ-chọ-chọ, no working
I no wan punish, whoa, whoa
I want to punish you (Ìdi ará bànkó)
If you see my baby, you go shut up, oh (Ìdí ará bànkó)
Ọmọge too fine, no be makeup, oh
Ó ya, baby, lie down, oh, finish work for me, oh
Oh, tomato, put that thing back, oh (yeah)
Ah, baby
Ooh (baby, baby, baby)
Ooh (baby, baby, baby, oh, na, na)
Ooh (my love, my love, my love)
Ooh-ooh
Baby, oh
Song Meaning & Explanation
With You — Davido feat. Omah Lay
Afrobeats has built an empire on the language of devotion, and "With You" is Davido and Omah Lay leaning fully into that tradition without apologizing for its simplicity. The song opens on a note of vulnerability rare for Davido's catalog — a narrator admitting to feeling exposed and unmoored, reaching for a metaphor of cold weather and extra layers to describe an inner chill that clothing can't actually fix. It's a small but effective image: warmth as a stand-in for presence, absence as literal cold. From there the song doesn't so much build a narrative as circle a single emotional center — the fear of a world without this person in it — returning to that idea like a mantra.
What makes the track interesting isn't its structure, which is loose and hook-driven, but its code-switching. Davido and Omah Lay move fluidly between English, Pidgin, Yoruba, and Igbo, and that linguistic slippage becomes its own kind of intimacy — the sense of a private language only the couple fully understands. A recycled pet-name callback (the Fanta reference) works as a wink to longtime listeners, though it's more nostalgic shorthand than fresh writing. The back half turns playful and physical, shifting registers abruptly from tender to flirtatious, which some listeners will find charming and others will find tonally whiplash-inducing.
Vocally, Omah Lay's textured, breathy delivery does more emotional lifting than the words themselves; Davido supplies charisma and hooks rather than depth. The repetition of "my love" as an incantation is effective in the moment but thin on the page.
This isn't a lyrically ambitious song — it's an atmosphere, and it knows it.
7/10
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