Holding On
Holding on aint holding on when the person has let go
Holding on aint holding on when you wanna let go
When Jake hit a lower state, in came Jane
Jane used to fantisize about money, jewels, and fame
Not a game, Not another thought in the membrane
Sometimes you gotta cut the grass before you continue your path
Because you dont see the snakes, you just feel the aftermath
Love what you call it?
Poisoned with the tonic
Ironic... You never listen til the wolves gets silent
Cuz Jane bit fast, and Jane bit quick
Now Jake look back on his life and dont know where it went
Holding on aint holding on unless it involves a telephone
Holding on aint holding on when you got the dial tone
But to each's own
Everybodies grown, thats why I embodied
my mind and body so it wont get owned or get sold
Little black girls for little black pearls
They keep the blackberry pearls, bbm'n to the world
But of course, they all got they skin exposed
Coach cause its proper, Fendi for the Opera
Gotta make sure they give it to the highest offer
Keep denying til the alter, then he assaults her
Would've, Could've, Should've, Needed some help
But instead, you holding onto his wealth
Holding on aint holding on if it aint your purse
Holding on aint holding on if you find yourself hurt
Now you holding on to an empty dream, or so you think
Gotta nother baby every time you blink,
So since you aint on your feet, you grabbing at everybody heels
Searching for a handout, Looking for a pick-me-up
Dont pick the kids up, dont show no love, teach them to not feel
All cause you holding tight to the past, wondering why
Holding on aint holding on when you wanna fly
Holding on aint holding on when you wanna fly
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