number one Hold on, that's all we have Hold on, the world's filled with ups and downs Hold on to love Hold on, hold on Hold on believing in number one
sure I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, no, I
to get the package, got there it was gone Hold on say word, you got to be jokin' Don't worry about it dun, I'm on the next thing smokin' Hit Bristal up on
'm the only one in the show with purpose Most of you motherfuckers don't scratch the surface Look, still ghetto, still tot' heavy metal Still throw a nickname on
bound She had a vision, and now she holds the key You don't know what you want, till you find out what you need I was stranded on the damn coast when
's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What
majority remains caught Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die Loving
, hold a second now Wait a minute now, ride on 'em, ride on 'em Stomp it, bash it with my 350 rocket, Cutlass White on white, it's tight from bumper
the songs that we have played They have all kept track and followed back the love that we have made Now they're spread out on the surface where we can
trouble I caused My peace, my wars Man on the shore watching a stream Looks through the ripples to rocks in the bed Plants broke the surface seeds in the soft sands Roots hold
its stream We can hold on, I'm sure To the sea's foaming mane It will serve us, we'll surface And we'll plunge back again Sun is rising on the water
from fears, always be here Love your moms and hate the streets Love your moms and hate the heat Love your moms while she resting in peace Love your
shouldn't throw stones people who live in glass houses don't throw stones people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones because they risk having boulders crash down on their lovely
Soul mate, make me feel like they got nothing on me Just to taste your lips plus your voice is calming I know it's hard babe 'cause I'm always on tour But my love
it, beat myself self inflicted, Come on someone want it, alone my house feels haunted Just chill we smoke some chronic clostraphobic cabin fever said she loves
become streams, we got the same dreams What's with all the competition, Ma? We on the same team Angel, sometimes I don't show it on the surface But,
Look how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all sorts Hold on, who turned the lights on? Word to my microphone and preach on Brother, that's that bullshit
you kissed me on the face Question mark, space I know you're with me underneath the star-scape Treadmill, pick up our pace Head-start on a jet in a car
