Limoblaze - Desire Lyrics
Lyrics
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah (Hillsplay)
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Limoblaze, yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 1: Limoblaze
Ogbemi
Gbesoke ogbemi
I no dey lack nothing or kemi
You dey bless me on a daily, ah-ah-ah-ah
You know I get it when You tell me no
This thing wen I want go harm me, oh
You save me from myself
It's Your intention, not wen me
And all the people when they tell me no
E get the ? ting wen dem, no, no
Your grace e go end discussion
Oh, no, no, no, my God
Your command
I nor go move 'til You command
Mе I go dey where You command
But I go run if You command
Chorus: Limoblaze
Ey
Na for Calvary You covеr me
Ey
In my highs and lows, You dey for me
You be my desire
Na You dey fuel my fire
January 'til December
Na You be my Sustainer
Refrain: Limoblaze
Do-di, do-di
Do-do-do-do-di, da-do-di
Do-di, do-di
Do-do-do-do-di, da-do-di
Do-di, do-di
Do-do-do-do-di, da-do-di
Do-di, do-di
Do-do-do-do-di, da-do-di
Verse 2: Emandiong
Because say bam-bam-bam
Be like I win lotto, Jehovah be the motto
You never leave me solo, Daddy, You know
I go-go wherever You go
Cannot live without You, You're nothing (Oh)
Without, without You, Lord, I know nothing
You're my, You're my, You're my
You're my Redeemer, You're my
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Livin' la vida loca
Praise the Lord, oh (Hallelujah, metche, metche)
Praise the Lord (Hallelujah, regbete)
Chorus: Limoblaze
Ey
Na for Calvary You cover me
Ey
In my highs and lows, You dey for me
You be my desire
Na You dey fuel my fire
January 'til December
Na You be my Sustainer (Go)
Refrain: Limoblaze
Do-di, do-di
Do-do-do-do-di, da-do-di
Do-di, do-di
Do-do-do-do-di, da-do-di
Do-di, do-di
Do-do-do-do-di, da-do-di
Do-di, do-di
Do-do-do-do-di, da-do-di
Bridge: Emandiong & Limoblaze, Emandiong
Oh yeah, I don come, I don come
Make it no be like set, I won't fall
Because Baba paid the Ransom
I won sit down, play the gon-gon
I need to count on if the time come
Na my story my song
Make it no be like set, I won't fall
Because Baba paid the ransom
Refrain: Limoblaze
Do-di, do-di
Do-do-do-do-di, da-do-di
Do-di, do-di
Do-do-do-do-di, da-do-di
Do-di, do-di
Do-do-do-do-di, da-do-di
Do-di, do-di
Do-do-do-do-di, da-do-di
Chorus: Limoblaze
Ey
Na for Calvary You cover me
Ey
In my highs and lows, You dey for me
You be my desire
Na You dey fuel my fire
January 'til December
Na You be my Sustainer
Video
Limoblaze, Emandiong - Desire (Official Video)
Meaning & Inspiration
"You save me from myself."
It’s a line in Limoblaze’s "Sunday In Lagos" that catches me off guard, mostly because of what follows: "It’s Your intention, not wen me."
We like to think of salvation as a grand, external rescue—a burning building, a sinking ship, a life interrupted by divine light. But "You save me from myself" implies a much more claustrophobic, daily war. It suggests that the primary obstacle to my well-being isn't the world, the economy, or the "people when they tell me no," but the architect of my own demise: me.
When I hear Limoblaze say this, I don't think of him as a victim of bad circumstances. I think of a man who is prone to grabbing for things that look like prizes but feel like poison. There is a brutal honesty in acknowledging that God’s "no" isn’t just a restriction; it’s a surgical strike against our own poor judgment. We pray for open doors, but sometimes the most merciful act of God is barring the path we’ve decided we’re entitled to.
Psalm 119:105 tells us the word is a lamp unto our feet, but sometimes that light exposes a ledge we were about to walk off while staring at the horizon. We confuse "being saved" with "getting my way." Limoblaze flips that script, framing God’s denial of our desires as the highest form of protection. It’s an uncomfortable thought. It means my disappointments might actually be answers to prayers I didn't have the maturity to pray.
Is it a cliché to say God saves us from ourselves? Maybe. It’s certainly a common trope in modern gospel. But look at the tension in the phrasing. If I am the one needing saving, but I am also the one doing the wanting, who is the "me" that wins in the end? It feels like a paradox. We spend so much energy trying to align God with our vision for a successful life, only to find that the most successful version of our lives is one where our own frantic ambition is finally silenced.
When he pivots to, "I nor go move 'til You command," the song shifts from a statement of gratitude to a tactical surrender. It’s one thing to trust God for a blessing; it’s another thing to trust Him to take the steering wheel of your own impulses.
I’m left wondering about the moments when I haven't been saved from myself—when I’ve gotten exactly what I wanted and regretted it within the week. Those moments serve as a quiet, stingy reminder that I am a poor judge of my own best interests. Perhaps the most profound act of faith isn't the big, loud declaration of belief, but the silent, awkward realization that God’s interference in our plans is the only thing keeping us whole.