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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