Lyrics:
on your own
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, you can tell by the tone
Gotta lotta women waitin' by they phone all alone
But I'm here for ya
When I get
Hold On (Hold On)
Huh
(Just Hold On)
I just need you to hold on a little longer there's kids out here dying right now this shit real
(Now I Lay Me
the air
And cry for a switch
[Michael Stipe]
Father, father
[P. Diddy]
Father help us, come on
[Michael Stipe]
Everybody thinks we're wrong
[Alicia
today?
I'd rather be dead than turn my head away
We got a first world vision too
comfy to lift our hands in the air
and cry for a switch
Michael Stipe (of
(Leo Sayer/Michael Omartian)
Ooh, can't you see
The days are rollin' by
The things I read about the world outside
Don't seem to matter now you're
people
My music bangin like vatos locos got rap in a choke hold
And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland
Cállate la boca, my baby
All I wanna
l'air
Sippin' on this Cris life's a bitch ain't it
Lève le doigt en l'air
Lè-lève le doigt en l'air
All these top models just let them hold
niggas, oh you sneaky talkin'
Hold up I don't feel you
Yeah the jawn' who broke my heart
She want me back but ion' miss her
Calling up my besty
(Yo)
She
Yeah yeah
Yeah it's maxxo bitch i'm back
Yeah yeah
I keep sliding clean on these tracks
Yeah yeah
SB got me dancing michael jack
Yeah yeah
Beat brand
hug,
Shout to all the fake love,
Man I’m strengthened by the shoulders of supporters.
[Come on]
They never hold me down, they hold me up,
Recognize I
(CashMoneyAp)
(VanDough)
I be gettin’ money, tell by the smell (By the smell)
Niggas hatin’, I’m just screamin’, oh well (That’s oh well)
I’m movin’
We gon' give 'em hell
They can hold this L
I know that this pretty bitch
She feeling me
Yeah, I can tell
Dive in like I'm Michael Phelps
Can't put me
Verse 1:
It’s like I’m caught in a line of fire
With third degree burns like Richard Pryor
Evil thought lurks like Michael Myers
Feels like I’m
Michael hit my phone
He be asking for the drop
Emma hit my phone
She be asking for the drop
Always feel alone
But my niggas by my side
Bitch leave me alone
chains round the neck
He ever seen her before, her face don't connect
No, so keep it on the low, go
Seizes her by the arm
Looks right into the eyes cause
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte
And she walks along by the river
Where you can be alone with your dreams
And she
it)
She suckin' on dick until six (yeah, ugh)
I make a movie, I'm goin' Michael Bay (yeah)
Huncho the sensei ('Cho)
The way that I'm movin', we
Hold up hold up hold up hold up
How life goes it's a time cycle my inner self saying rhyme Michael growing pains watch it fly by you now looking
They can't hold me down
Godly on my body
They cannot be who I be around
Double check my pose
Paparazzi never been my style
Never keep it down
Clever
I don't like to pass the ball a lot
Underneath my anger is pain that my father fought
I'm Michael Jordan with the last shot
Don't get distracted by
Gnosis
(lyrics: Michael Archbold / music: Bryan Bankson)
Beating… my heart bleeding
Yearning… my soul feels so empty
Seeking… truth that frees
a letter, to your first love
I stay hot under the sun, you better get under this gun
When I buss, like I came all over her damn tongue
Hold up, it's young
we let bridge dem burn like grabba
Woi, four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake, man, hold that steady
You man love pose with the ting
to hold this bitch down
Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you
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