days (But I'm coming) So hold on, hold on (Hold on, coz I'm coming). You're so messing with your way (But I'm coming) So hold on, hold on (Hold on, coz
the special skills The special find for the special fill A littel bit on top of but laid back cool Wind the thread from the tale spun Back on the
a schoolyard fight Always hold it down lovely when it’s time to bulid Been doin musical chairs like levert, sweat, and gill Who doubt me niggas on the
Silence disguised I watch you Show me the hurt that haunts you would you despise the thrill If all you hide were mine? I can't hold on any longer These
going fighting. Hold on when we win, take a hit. Cause we never gonna lose it dying. We gonna keep on fighting. Hold on when we win, take a hit.
papa my son Trey haha An when I'm on tour, he be mad I'm gone But then he smile an come runnin screamin "daddy's home" Then he hold me, slightly tightly
my son Trey haha An when I'm on tour, he be mad I'm gone But then he smile an come runnin screamin daddy's home Then he hold me, slightly tightly Mom
we can be undone We could be undone You're talking now And I'm hearin' everything that you say And I'm holding on is a real phrase And it's dragging
the feeling's close to none All that passion running rampant sounds like fun But when the trouble starts I've heard of broken hearts A hackneyed phrase
my born, I know I'm born to do it wrong So when I'm gone, life goes on Tell my mother, when she on the front row, hold her head up Shed no tears, and
nothing I like. Need to keep on kickin and walkin the other way. Please stay outta my face, I ain't got nothing to say, except Ay Bay Bay I say that in every phrase
there, Well it's no one there no! Wish you loved me for eternity, Or leave right at the door! Chorus: ....like they used to I wanna be singing this song, ...just hold on
'm always pacing around or walking away I keep drinking the ink from my pen And I'm balancing history books up on my head But it all boils down to one quotable phrase
always pacing around or walking away I keep drinking the ink from my pen And I'm balancing history books up on my head But it all boils down to one quotable phrase
'm always pacing around or walking away I'm drinking the ink from my pen And I'm balancing history books up on my head But it all boils down to one quotable phrase
'm in it to win it and not for the wealth Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf Nan nigga competition, gotta battle myself And me and Kweli on
, any minute Hold on, hold on, lemme get the phone Hello? Jackson here Ya, what, you found Manuel Noreaga in the Philippines? He has a mansion? Okay, we on it, on
boat Cause I would go deep Yes down deeper low Right next to the P like L M N O There is no expression No word or phrase I know That would accurately
