on I'm not on my own And you are not alone It's just hard sometimes It's so hard sometimes But we got to hold on We got to hold on, hold on
through this if I hold on Cause the truth is I?m not alone I?ll get through this if I hang on The truth is I?m not alone I?m not on my own & you are
get through this if I hold on Cause the truth is I?m not alone I?ll get through this if I hang on The truth is I?m not alone I?m not on my own & you are
my beats fast and my bass down low. Drop it to the floor x4(during the last parts of chorus) Bass x11 Look hold up got me on you like a magnet.
faceless Rarely out of spaceships, many fakes got lynched We all pornographic, taylor made mortals Leanin' on suede walls, leather's on, ballers Maybe
smile That's right, she big head child Spot the glass on the hand, white valor laying across the floor Draggin' damn, she got a good man Family in the back, one half on
the hold A blaze in the sky The water so black You could make a shroud I didn't know where I didn't know where So come on darling, aw come on honey From
six New Jacks in the City, get "Burned" like "Larry Fish" Daddy rich, bitch magnet, I hand you a fix Spit bricks on the mix and make the avenues flip Cali grips on
John Coltrane for mellow moods Or Al Green when they riding on beef Heat, under the lap, on top of the seat Easy to back out, for unexpected New York streets And the magnet
never change. The lonely loner seems to free his mind at nite, ah ah at nite [Verse 2:] Hold the phone... The lonely stoner missed his solo doe low. He's on
things will never change. The lonely loner seems to free his mind at nite, ah ah at nite Hold the phone. The lonely stoner missed his solo doe low. He's on
seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night) [Kid Cudi:] Hold the phone (what, what) The lonely stoner, mr. solo doe low (what, what) He's on
niggas know the verdict, I'm filthy Drop Phantom is milky White on white, 24 inch blades of steel Red eye smoking that bomb shit Niggas surprised, 50 back on
yyyyeaaaaaaaaah! [Ghostface Killah] Hold up, gots to boost those tray ups Think I'm playin' pa, reach and get glazed up Face all sprayed up, on the floors
Painted in flames All peeling thunder Be the lightning in me That strikes relentless [II - The Sunlight Through The Flags] From here the caravans are kids toys And I can hold
go go see right where am at Its the capital cunt aye caps lock I stand out hold shift when I talk Shit I am hot Fly on the web like I just got caught
, slide like step on his Klondike, get your dart right We movin on it like, wind breaker niggaz get they face broke Jury get snatched, magazine right on
When he's holding then the streetlamps, they seem an awful lot like spotlights Yeah, sometimes Charlemagne gets uptight Running numbers between bars,