know it's not true I still know that you're wrong And no matter what we both had to go through I just can't, I can't hold on (I can't hold on) (I can
still know (I still know) that you're wrong (that's wrong) And no matter what we both had to go through I just can't, I can't hold on (I can't hold on
I still know (I still know) that you're wrong (that's wrong) And no matter what we both had to go through I just can't, I can't hold on (I can't hold on
'm sitting in that streetcafhaven't found that facethe face that makes me say freedom's kissed by sweet caressnobody took away that emptinessthat I layed on
That face is tearing holes in me again but today I'm fine without you Runaway this time without you And all the things you put me through I'm holding on
I keep on running back to you Oohhhhh I trusted you, I trusted you So sad, so sad what love will make you do all the things that we accept be the things that
asked to compromise ‘Cause I'm afraid and stuck in my ways and that’s the way it stays So how long did I expect love to outweigh ignorance? By that look on
(Turn the lights on!) Every night I rush to my bed With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you when I close my eyes I'm going outta my head Lost
beating harder for every second The shell was holding up like never before A refusal to where all this has it's foundation The shell hold up, but big
club My man is half thug Giving me pound and holdin grudge Feelin my shit So I can put a lock on your clik Your style is past tense Hold on, Hold on You
club My man is half thug Giving me pound and holdin grudge Feelin my shit So I can put a lock on your clik Your style is past tense Hold on, hold on You
sip it Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it Shame on your label,
throw me You lost it I be on the money like sauce kid All on up yo face talking how much my shit costing Kill I rhyme them fronting on me like bitch
know how to follow they own spirit Lost niggaz.. Unsure niggaz, insecure niggaz Fuck that! Salute, all our motherfuckers!! All my niggaz ready to hold it down on
Against all odds Still remain gods Grip your arm We always come hard The world is ours Call a national guard [rah digga] Here we go Any bitch that rhyme
