Lyrics:
Find the Love
It's in the palm of your hand
By your side
Footsteps in the sand
By your side
Footsteps in the sand.
Right by your side
Footsteps in
to the break of dawn
When Melle Mel was Melle Mel and Al Capone was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap that's sellin' in the village
But I'm just
me I'm armed
I got you right here
Inside of my palms
You don't know?
Praised by your guards
Here let me give you a
Round of applause
You don't know?
following whatever is right in front of you
Here's what I call a helping hand, here's how I'll help you do it:
With whatever you apply your attention to is
do you got a lighter?
Hand full of ass, why should I retire
The shit I spit might inspire a Messiah
To throw these lies in a lake full of fire
of the world on which we stand.
So put your hand in the hands of the man you call your brother.
Stand up for one another.
Share palm lines and like minds
Dap up
down and explain
To me, the person who treated you right, did you right
And held you tight, every night
Is there another lover in your life, that has
quit calling the house
If I call, you're en route
It's a drought, you look out
I'm on edge, you put the palm of your hand on my head, squeeze
Please
all
Who are y'all
Popped another pill, super calm
Right into my palm
Dose another drug, what the fuck
So confusing dog)
I swear I don't wanna remember
(woo)
My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye (shine)
You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by (whoa)
Put the birds in my
On someone else's palm they read
You holding my two hands
Is really all I need
I can get by if it all fell through
Right down to the bottom of my list
I
graft
Need a mansion overseas,
Surrounded by palm trees n bad b's
With a couple g's & a private jet I can flight in when I blow this weed
Why these pigs
woken by the creaky hinge of door number two
Door number two, it's sorta like a silhouetted whore in plain view
When your homework is due
Rhinestone
sit down and explain
To me the person who treated you right, did you right
And held you tight, every night
Is there another lover in your life,
These hands
The story I could tell with these hands
Everything that I've done
Don't be told by trace and fingertips down my palms
Like you are
guided by your inner emotions
Cause believing in yourself, you can walk your dreams
Anything that you want, is in your palm
Just open up your hand and see
my side Right on my side
Ride by my side you there when I Need you God yeah On God
If you need it I’ll give you hand
If I had it I’ll give you band
a castrate
Mystery man
He sits here with father
We seem so in love too
Open up a cat skin
White with a pretty hand
Wish the little beast gone
runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
Shake Feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
Lay on your hands, let the Branson break bread
High energy, all
of your hands
I couldn't see right through your picture perfect alibi
'Cause you kept hidden in my Blind Spot
You had me fooled by a long shot
Remember you
on the games heads playing
Be the ones that's hating tell ya love ya to face
Young Queen for life got you an ace
Play ya hand right
Baby, baby, baaa-by
I wrote
just poured something in my cup
I've been wanting something I can feel
Promise I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you real
Foot is
we'll be dancing in the streets all night
Now put your hands in the sky, uh
Now put your hands in the sky, c'mon
In time, yes, everything will be all
vision
You can't cut corners in a line of life
Karma's like the tightest vice
I'm running on my own
CCTV's in your hands bro, they've got it in your
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