Hold On (feat. 7o Steez)
Baby hold on
You thought we was finished
Yea it's been a minute
But we had it goin' on
You were here for plenty
It's not new beginnings
Baby hold on
You thought we was finished
Yea it's been a minute
But we had it goin' on
You were here for plenty
It's not new beginnings
Ay
No I'm not perfect, but I'd try for you
Give you all I have, that's what I got for you
If that ain't enough, I'll double it up
If that ain't enough, enough is enough
Don't know what to tell you
No dream I could sell you
Got mine on clearance
Air the port smoke clearin'
Lungs blowin' out spirits
Gave the top, with tears n' all
On the edge, I don't fear the fall
Yea we been here before
Deja Vu, we was coolin'
Used to link like gold cubans
Now it's smoke
And we don't match
Can't even meet half-way
Please tell me your purpose
Tried to state emergence
But I couldn't see past the surface
Used to dig deep in her cervix
Had her hollarin' like Sunday Service
Now she trying to say this ain't workin'
Baby hold on
You thought we was finished
Yea it's been a minute
But we had it goin' on
You were here for plenty
It's not new beginnings
Baby hold on
You thought we was finished
Yea it's been a minute
But we had it goin' on
You were here for plenty
It's not new beginnings
I feel the
Light in you
Shine so bright get them shades on
Eyes can't take it make it polarized
Envision that see into the aura
Shorty walk threw like a masterpiece
And my eyes play the gallery
Walk light when you cross my
Mind shifting wit the atmos-phere, yea
Ain't no fearing just relax
Lemme channel in yo thoughts
Crushin' down then pourin' up
Sippin' on yo nectar
That's a fifth to my diaphragm
And that's all to the core
That solar plexus
I see it clear wit that gut feeling, uh
You feel the feelin'
Keepin' it close like pandemics, aye
No six feet, naw
We inches away
Like fourth down an' we going for it
Run that an' we pushin' forward, yea
I'm in yo red zone
Finna touch that like end zones, yea
She said to go long
Cuz she gon throw
No quarterback
I'm route runnin'
She finna hold on
For dear life
Her grip tight
Like zip ties, yea
I'm finna go long
Cuz she gon throw that
Like quarterbacks
I'm route runnin', aye
She finna hold on
For dear life
Her grip tight
Like zip ties
An i need that, yea
You thought we was finished
Yea it's been a minute
But we had it goin' on
You were here for plenty
It's not new beginnings
Baby hold on
You thought we was finished
Yea it's been a minute
But we had it goin' on
You were here for plenty
It's not new beginnings
Ay
No I'm not perfect, but I'd try for you
Give you all I have, that's what I got for you
If that ain't enough, I'll double it up
If that ain't enough, enough is enough
Don't know what to tell you
No dream I could sell you
Got mine on clearance
Air the port smoke clearin'
Lungs blowin' out spirits
Gave the top, with tears n' all
On the edge, I don't fear the fall
Yea we been here before
Deja Vu, we was coolin'
Used to link like gold cubans
Now it's smoke
And we don't match
Can't even meet half-way
Please tell me your purpose
Tried to state emergence
But I couldn't see past the surface
Used to dig deep in her cervix
Had her hollarin' like Sunday Service
Now she trying to say this ain't workin'
Baby hold on
You thought we was finished
Yea it's been a minute
But we had it goin' on
You were here for plenty
It's not new beginnings
Baby hold on
You thought we was finished
Yea it's been a minute
But we had it goin' on
You were here for plenty
It's not new beginnings
I feel the
Light in you
Shine so bright get them shades on
Eyes can't take it make it polarized
Envision that see into the aura
Shorty walk threw like a masterpiece
And my eyes play the gallery
Walk light when you cross my
Mind shifting wit the atmos-phere, yea
Ain't no fearing just relax
Lemme channel in yo thoughts
Crushin' down then pourin' up
Sippin' on yo nectar
That's a fifth to my diaphragm
And that's all to the core
That solar plexus
I see it clear wit that gut feeling, uh
You feel the feelin'
Keepin' it close like pandemics, aye
No six feet, naw
We inches away
Like fourth down an' we going for it
Run that an' we pushin' forward, yea
I'm in yo red zone
Finna touch that like end zones, yea
She said to go long
Cuz she gon throw
No quarterback
I'm route runnin'
She finna hold on
For dear life
Her grip tight
Like zip ties, yea
I'm finna go long
Cuz she gon throw that
Like quarterbacks
I'm route runnin', aye
She finna hold on
For dear life
Her grip tight
Like zip ties
An i need that, yea
Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Belmont
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