Holding On To You
Ross Quinn
3:47I was running from my problems I was running running running running Running from my problems I was running running running running Running from my problems I was running running running running I was running round in laps I lost my mind up in this shit Now i'm flying business class The seats recline up in this shit I was soda whipping water whipping Trynna get to this Best believe it when i'm speaking (You going lose your mind to this) Who dat boy wit the silver chain Hanging round a neck Walking out with unfamiliar pain I sense it in his chest And he really on chameleon Game he hiding with the rest Spirit tell me everyday that You ain't sliding when I'm stressed I've been living in my space and I've been hiding from my meds I've been switching pillowcase I'm paranoid that's how it gets Said you needed all that space and Now i'm watching silhouettes All alone like ace of spades Because the cards that i was dealt Time you felt my fate Every attraction yo seatbelt is fastened we off for the ride Feel my fate Breathing and gasping withholding attachment and slowing reactions Feel my fate First one to advent my story of madness we off for the ride Feel my fate Losing my mind i was 9 with the smoke in a split of the factions Fatal attraction Candy flip i'm doing a backflip Where he is i'm looking for vengeance (Where you at) we find were you band is (Hit em' twice) we leave you disbanded And again don't talk about ma family Recommend you shut up and listen I'm trynna explain that i'm all in my head, fuck I was running from my problems I was running running running running Running from my problems I was running running running running Running from my problems I was running running running running Running from problems I was running running running running I was running round in laps I lost my mind up in this bitch Now i'm flying business class The seats recline up in this shit I was soda whipping water whipping Trynna get to this Best believe it when i'm speaking (You going lose your mind to this) Yelling out from a barricade can u let us in We was selling not the lemonade we making Benjamins Nights alone i would meditate off the medicine I ain't like your favorite rapper bitch i'm Thomas Edison I ain't trynna say i'm him but they ain't been to where i've been Riding round with my neighbor he was smoking he was ten I was nine i saw his father sniffing cocaine with a grin Ran away i kept it in It came back entered within If you play with fire you might go get burned, what i learned I've speaking like dis since i was a bird, what you heard And my shooter wit the green he Larry bird, he a curse And she bouncing up and down she got them curves Make it work Make it work work work work work I was running running run running Make it work work work work work I was running running run running Make it work work work work work I was running running run running Make it work work work work work I was running running run running I was running from my problems I was running running running running Running from my problems I was running running running running Running from my problems I was running running running running Running from problems I was running running running running