Louder

Still on the roads

Dishing out hope

They don't know that I'm old

Stepped in solo with the shh

They think I'm alone

I don't care If you think your bad to the bone

This word cut down to the bone

So lower your tone

Been here for a min

Got grey in my beard now

Put a ring on the fing

I don't care what they say now

Evange trip, my mans talking loads

I ain't hearing him out

John Three-Six-Teen

I'm airing him out

Sis warn go onna glee spree

(Glee spree)

But need a louder speaker

Curry's DPD next day

Gwan beat the streets up

Grr grr

Still on the roads

Dishing out hope

They don't know that I'm old

Stepped in solo with the shh

They think I'm alone

I don't care If you think your bad to the bone

This word cut down to the bone

So lower your tone

I told the Lord you gimme the gift

I ain't doing a Peter

Corporate prayer, I think that my man's shy

I'm telling him speak up

(Lift your voice and pray)

(Why?)

(What do you mean why?!)

(Kmt)

How else we garn turn the enemies kingdom Shisha?

Man of my word

Amp In the bag

I'm touching the curb

Oil and gloves

On Me Čech no Peter

Luke 10 one nine

Turning them S boys chicken tikka

Chequered flag for them boys that used to bang

Now sit in the bleachers

Still on the roads

Dishing out hope

They don't know that I'm old

Stepped in solo with the shh

They think I'm alone

I don't care If you think your bad to the bone

This word cut down to the bone

So lower your tone