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
bitch magnet [oh!] Spit it how I live it, live it all the way to the limit And I’m always on my pivot for my digits, you dig it.. [come on!] [ Chorus
, some 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
hold them all in my palm I watch the sea creep round the corner It connects the dots from here to you The sunlight burning through the loose flags Painted high on
When he's holding then the streetlamps, they seem an awful lot like spotlights Yeah, sometimes Charlemagne gets uptight Running numbers between bars,
I'd be blinded by the blue You have the sun, I have the moon You're bound to die under the sun And I'll be doomed to carry on You have become like
all answers seem to come to easily, to you the word rhetorical is wrong. these questions blur the things we need to see and simplicity beneath a song
light I'm yours, you're mine Two satellites Not alone No, we're not alone A freeze-frame of your eye in the strobelight Sweat dripping down from your brow Hold
phantoms of the night Some treat as lovers Some treat as slaves This fusion of insight Is all that we imagine Speak to me clearly You're the magnet
change The lonely loner seems to free his mind at nite (A-a-at nite) Hold the phone (What, what?) The lonely stoner, Mr. Solo Doe Low (What, what?) He's on
sipping champagne , rose peddles on the bed teach each other lessons , over and again like baby when we kiss (feels just like heaven) when we touch (i just got to hold
King and a tech Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up Cap the imperial, bring out new material You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head Wu is
you n-ggas know the verdict, I'm filthy Drop Phantom is milky White on white, 24 inch blades of steel Red eye smoking that bomb shit N-ggas surprised, 50 back on
come around me wit it You still rockin hickies, don't let me find out he did it Got My Eyes on the Tiger, Eyes on the Prize Eyes on the thighs of Mary J. Blige, imagin on
it, do it, do it, do it... Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come, on... Do it, do it , do it, come on, come on, do it do it... [
, Hold it to me your fucking cash's about to slee. I'm a show you all how to emcee, see i can rock a floor if i rock with high beams, i rock with melody, on
