go Hold on to me Keep me near this day Never let me stray From Your everlasting, sweet embrace Hold on, hold on to me Another conversation, another
Übersetzung: Point of Grace. Hold On To Me.
tears, obsessin' with fears Paranoia, got me needing more lawyers Got me reachin' for guns, see I'm comin' for ya Hold up, I stargaze, into God's face
until there is non and the once beautiful flowers dies naked with no one to clothe it will i hold you in the grave or will the grave hold me? the numbing
't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it The way I see it, mmm, sexual In the gunfight, two on three, you on me Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake One
special place, Keep moving for papes, keep cool, keep doing what you doing Keep it fly, keep me in the crates Cuz I will erase shit, on the real, note
through the motions. Hold out and hold up; Hold down the window. Outbound, river, Hold out the morning that comes into view. Bluetail, tailfly. River running right on
you were carried away on the crest of a wave Baby don't go away, come here? And there's kids playing guns in the street And ones pointing his tree branch at me
(Keep blazin') I'm a fine young cannibal and you drive me crazy I know your looks attracts guys but that don't faze me Soul mate, make me feel like they got nothing on me
Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya From off the pavement, I hate gettin' locked up 'Cause that upstate bus reminds me
the top Fresh rhymes and a razzamatazz Smooth power and grace and mucho pizzazz Good looks and charm and personality You punch it in your calculator, and it adds up to me
point of view But the pain on me is beginning to dry And it's not what I want it to be So wait on me, wait on me And tell me what it is about me Where
got me speaking in tongues She got me talking a different language She got me speaking in tongues She got me speaking a different language She got me speaking in tongues She got me
ones that point their guns at get got You're gonna get got, let these niggas get got Lying on the blacktop you're lying on the have not You're gonna
on your face Word to mother, you could get chased It's nothing to taste, blood on a thug if he gotta go All I know is we be giving grace This is a place
In the sky Put 'em up high Weight of the world Balanced these girls Taking their time On decisions With precision and grace Humor give space To grow
Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on Come on, yeah, here we go, come on, yeah, somebody hold Can we get down
until there is non and the once beautiful flowers dies naked with no one to clothe it will I hold you in the grave or will the grave hold me? the numbing
