Just Want To Hang On (Album Version|Explicit)-IBS

Just Want To Hang On (Album Version|Explicit)

歌手:IBS

时间:2012-12-14

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I'm just trying to hang out

And forgot to step from a one

A year opted none for what a mess

Stress making my mind go

Crazy gets a lift day by day

Gets pathetic

Too many builds are f**k down craze

Fill in the worst

The first is my family meal ticket

I need to a find a job

But I'm off still kicking

When it's how I think ISA

See convenient store

But strict doing a leak

When I pass by

That's my home boy

Goes from jail

He keeps me on the right trails

Enemy let us flix in the male

Keeping me pursue him

No sense of slim

And I can have a house one day

With the pool to swim

When I grill

Try on to put on the table

Here are my girl grown up out of farm

And now the cut the cable

I'm not able to make rib barely

Single mom's in the hospital

F**k me angry s**t scare me

Got me thinking of my own children

Now left alone willin'

Telling 'cause I was have my own children then

Wanna sit drench for my own trouble

Of the campus talk to my girlfriend

How pass the spin

In the rab I sin

And produce in bridges

Now b***hes fit get slow used it grabbing

So I felt like bus in cappin'

Nicked scrapen

Always had spot somethin' happens play and out

Stay and out play on the blocks

Is decade chest murder with my 38 cat

Live my girl to shed the tear

Say I never hear is clear

We won't last not to hear

Unless I bush to the doors of fame

In my rounds bang on

I'm just trying to hang on

Hang on honey ayeah

This your love before it can good

I'm just trying to hang on

Thinking I'm doing things wrong

Driven a bucket 2 rows a been

So s**t I keep my slang on the bang

To the black to the spot of mine

Have my wife full of dead friends cops and clubs

Oh hold on to the drim the drop beats

And gucci and guess some stairfoot

What I'm wearing is from swabbings

Sticky d*mn

Dingles d*mn

The old D

Made us clown

Hitching hood pop early yawn

Slaugtha

Mom's with the pieces

My paps had a daughtah

That wasn't her bravest tears took my vision blurs

Talking to slurs

Cousin tow up

My woman feels like sick my star rapping

I will grow up

A mad son

F**k a b***h already have

Made a bad one

Decision waste said son

So when a

Drink gym earled in a

Probably thinking

Let the twin girls and his mom

I can't stop or face a pain my son

Went down for an operation

Strain straight direct to my brain

Now the law move me to child support

So my ex and half mow to get wildest north

Mow crystal

Most of it take my fist blow

Taking the brisk like earthquake shaking of San Francisco

I call my son to see but my phone rings lone

His growing up without me

I'm just trying to hang up

Hang on

Holdin' ahh yeah

Please grab before they get good

I'm just trying to hang on

For regret a deal

Whenever label we face some trips

As ruin two of my relationship

As my girls trips

Like the grips of the hips

And I skip to the next big poker enough for lips

I risk it up banging

Blow it up of music

Mom is preaching a bible

Saying gotta mind my music

Instead of pursuing the dreamt of rock stages

On the top of rap pages

To my family out rages

And sometimes I think it's true

I'm fed up

It's hard to keep my head up

But something inside will let me red up

Shut up

And a move by my lonely

Get burn it up and drinking practice like microphone

You're father's million gonna be distracle

No sins has to gassle

I'm waiting to snap in every audience like gassle

But I'm willing to risk everything

To every things go

I'm just trying to hang up

Hang on

Holdin' ahh yeah

Please grab before they get good

Hang on

Holdin'

Please grab before they get good

Hang on hang on

Hang on

Player

You gotta make it

You gotta make it

You oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Hey

Oh yeah

Hehey

Hehey

You got to make it thru

Hang on

Holdin' yeah

Please grab before they get good good good

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