Old Lyrics

Am i getting old?

With all these dreams and

All these stories untold?

With these many aspirations

Many many plans

Fear made me put on hold?

Am I getting old?

Am I getting old?

Am i getting old?

With all these dreams and

All these stories untold ?

With these many aspirations

Many many plans

Fear made me put on hold?

Am i getting old?

(Spent more time being a coward

Than i spent being bold)

Am I getting old?

Reminiscing how

Yesterday I was just 5

Zoom zoom

Life took me on a ride

Who's behind the wheel?

Who e be wey dey drive?

Ibo le'n gbe mi lo?

When we go arrive?

And to think I was just fifteen

Slept that night

Oops man is Eighteen

The years flies

And then we started hating

The very life we once loved

Wilding and free sixteens

There's always one thing that you lack

It doesn't even matter

If you're white or you're black

Doesn't even matter

If you're born poor or you're born rich,

There's a certain thing you'd wish for

But you can't reach

No matter how you stressing

No matter how you stretching

You can put all of your bets in

It's like when you texting

And you're expecting

Reality sets in

When you don't get that text back,

Text back, and then it's set backs

You know it's pain that you get back

You pause, and then you step back!

Wondering how the once shining light

Burning bright with ideas

E don con turn dark!

The Banana no con fresh again

The plantain no con fresh again

All the direct wey you try to direct

Life like Steven Spielberg

You start to wonder what you stand to gain?

Ah yea

Life ain't no fairytale

If everyone could tell their tales

If everyone could have their ways

We'd all be the head, you see

As nobody wan gree to wan be tail

Mm Older?

Bolder?

Many many loads on my shoulder

Am i getting old?

Am I getting old?

With all these dreams and

All these stories untold

With these many aspirations

Many many plans

Fear made me put on hold?

Am I getting old?

Oh Am I getting old?

Am we getting old?

With all these dreams and

All these stories untold

With these many aspirations, many Inspirations, Many many plans

Fear made me put on hold?

Am we getting old?

Are we getting old?

Benos Jay