walk with me and I will show you now We can leave the pain behind us hand in hand Put your hand in my hand Put your trust in me and I wont let you down
We like to smash our amps and Lose control In your little punk band One night stand You got blisters now On your hand Your head is full of rage Try and
back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom And stuck
s my favorite song they’re gonna play And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh You shoulda made some plans with me, you knew that I was free. And
My Hand Up In Fact It Made Me Man Up And Finally Make a Change Tulisa: See The Thing about Life Is That Its Its Just Too Short (Just Too Shortt) Leave The Best behind and
come and puke. So looking like you're smoken, rocks, while I'm broken. You're broken and choken. Ha, you're soaken. Stuck my hand out like a vulcan
whatcha need, a crazy girl, someone like me. Oh boy, your single and free You like to play hard live dangerously. Oh boy, at the tip of your hand anything
answers I'm looking for And there ain't no reason For turning back, its just one life I'll play the hand I've got I'm gonna drive [Chorus] I've hit the highway, and
You know I shun fancy things like electricity At 4:30 in the morning I'm milkin' cows Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows... fool And I've been milkin' and
off the phone and we can speak when I see you I put on my knickers My blue and white Pippens And headed to the station for some praisin' and kissin' And
ya feet and hold ya down Throw you off the bridge and watch you drown Last one to laugh its over now [Hook] We'll trade ya six and pancake ya loan Break
It's a jump up jungle, little like a break beat Never seen that hit - bunica beat da drum-a Big mallet in the hand, high hat in the same beat She's screaming
front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
as cake Dre, get on the mic and make them dribble and shake Now put your smoke up in the air And raise your henny and coke And if you really wanna get
Look at you all big with your remarks, and I swing an icepick at your heart At least that's what it feels like when I pick you apart And dig at you and
car parked and reach Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat Before you make a decision that's life altering And just as you halt and you turn and
be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take me
for your pens and papers Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior? Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand And understand, to
