Hold On

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AJ Bank$y and Mike Abstrakt

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My girl loved me
Can't fake feelings
My lust too deep
She wait on me
I'm not coming
Please don't judge me
My past ugly
I had something
My girl loved me
Can't fake feelings
Time lost, but it's never gained
Backpedaling, tryna cover every sin
Some I hold til the grave is my residence
I know the Devil by his name, I can't let him in
I know that Heaven is a place I'm just tryna live
I know they smile in my face, while they want me dead
I see the angst, see the bank at the water's edge
In the midst of the abyss, I can't see the ledge
Drown with me, bubbles to the surface
People make me nervous, I should've went to service
Haunted by the faces of my peers when I struggled
Tears down my cheek, hit the ground, make a puddle
Still making rounds for my rounds cause I love 'em
Everything was everything until it really wasn't
How you mad at me, I gave it all when I had nothing
And never turned away when you was throwing all the punches
Jealousy's a strong man, gotta overcome him
I know this is God's plan, I could see it coming
We was beachside mowing grass every summer
That's why I never talk down, I'm forever humble
Please don't judge me
My past ugly
I had something
My girl loved me
Can't fake feelings
My lust too deep
She wait on me
I'm not coming
What's understood I wish I could explain
It's kinda hazy from my point of view
I see it better when I disappear
I know it's crazy but it's probably true
Won't even tell you that I'm different now
I hate to lie and I don't know the truth
I hear the seconds when they ticking by
A couple hours, I could get to you
Time freeze when the weather cold
Will I make it to the summer only heaven knows
Tell the Reaper he can meet me when it's time to eat
Long as my brothers at the table filling every seat
I go to work before the sun, I'm missing every ray
Long as I'm getting paid, prophecy gon make a way
That was 2014, we was naive
A little self righteous, a little less lifeless
20 years young, whole life in a vice grip
Plus the way that time moves clockwise tightening
Wish it made sense how the shiest was enticing
Wish I made rent off the songs I was writing
I was Clark Kent, transform in the store room
Booth too tight I need more room, war wounds
Still bringing war to ‘em, still singing old songs
Still got my chest poked, still tryna hold on
I'm still tryna hold on

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