Songtexte Holding Strong - Cuzoh

I thought I told you I'll be gone to November
Now I'm right back
Same killa flex hope you remember
I ignite that fire
Fire
I got the supply
I'm serving up the cuisines burning up the pot
Trying to get that fettuccine stingy with the pie
Wont stop till I can't go no more
I'm holding on
Holding on holding on
Holding on
Holding on
Holding strong
Holding on

Tryna see me wining on replay
Tryna to take vacations where the heat play
Give it to the lord that's what the Bible say
He crack the code of a lost souls
I dance with the devil when he taps his toes
Rolling up a Jay to keep to balance right
The blow another one to help me sleep at night
You miss every shot that you don't take
You should never mix the pain with the Champaign
I know all the rules I broke all the rules
I read all the books I seen all the clues
Every single day I got more to prove
So I keep crossing the middle like I'm am sanu
We going to win some days some days we Gonna lose
But we'll always make it through
I thought you knew

I thought I told you I'll be gone to November
Now I'm right back
Same killa flex hope you remember
I ignite that fire
Fire
I got the supply
I'm serving up the cuisines burning up the pot
Trying to get that fettuccine stingy with the pie
Won't stop till I can't go no more
I'm holding on
Holding on holding on
Holding on
Holding on
Holding strong
Holding on

In the trap cooking hits like a wrecking ball
This that type of shit that a wreck ya boi
I got voices in my head and they extra y'all
Got Demons on my back flexin extra hard
Still Bloodline of savage
I wear my pride out my sleeve like a Patek
I do a hundred in that thang through the traffic
Lil mama by my side and she the baddest
Flawless diamonds that lay on the linen fabrics
Silk pajamas drinking wine out a chalice
I Double dare ya to take the physical challenge
Touching road on different sides of the globe
Different shades and different tones in the gold
It's Different lows and different highs fasure
A king only comfy on his Throne I though you know

I thought I told you I'll be gone to November
Now I'm right back
Same killa flex hope you remember
I ignite that fire
Fire
I got the supply
I'm serving up the cuisines burning up the pot
Trying to get that fettuccine stingy with the pie
Won't stop till I can't go no more
I'm holding on
Holding on holding on
Holding on
Holding on
Holding strong
Holding on