Nay Ophelllo - Telephone (Ode to Church Rd) lyrics

The time goes so quick You can't even count it Everyday Yea I'm all about it Every night And it's so astounding Feel like man needs an accountant When I feel this typa way There ain't really much to say See my foreign tings moving rowdy Told her sekkle down, be around me But her other man he got an Audi So I got a new ting And it's going irie She stands by me Always tryna wife me I told her sekkle down b Tek it slow I got bare gyal tryna wife me I'm nice b I told you once I won't say it again We either end up Dead or in Pen But they'd rather keep the truth On the low Cos we got blow n hoes In the current status quo And we vibe so low said Our species is thieving How can I stay quiet When my hearts bleeding ? Souls grieving My brothers dem are leaving Old reasons Cold seasons Times change And the people believe them The 85, Dumb and blind Yea the sheep dem Theresa May and her Mandem are leading I guess you're right, seeing really ain't believing Spoken: Its mad fam, everyday another brother gone They k**ing us, we can't get no sympathy… We k** each other we can't get no sympathy... Refrain: I can't spend my life Talking down a telephone Talking down a telephone Writing behind bars Calling mum at home... Saying sorry for my woes Said I can't spend my life Talking down a telephone Talking down a telephone Rhyming behind bars Calling mum at home... Saying sorry for my woes Said I can't I can't I can't… Said I can't I can't I can't... Said I can't spend my life talking down a telephone Talking down a telephone… Free up all my brothers dem They soon come home! I said they soon touch home yea...