paroles de chanson Can't Hold On - MED
(What
up?)
(Rock,
uh-uh)
(Yeah,
yeah,
okay)
(We
gon'
do
one
like
this
y'all)
(Uh,
listen
up)
We
was
young
niggas
off
liquor
in
the
street
lights
Dice
games,
and
street
names,
everybody
tight
House
parties
get
the
mic
and
tell
the
DJ
Bullet
holes
in
the
high
school
hall
ways
And
won't
fade
like
niggas
blaze,
stress
all
day
I'm
talking
Kane,
KRS,
Cube
Flavor
Flave,
Slick
Rick,
gold
chains
Before
escalators
were
two
ways,
the
time
a
dollar
split
two
ways
We
got
a
little
older,
search
for
new
things
Some
turned
out
athletes
some
dealers,
some
joined
gangs
Friends
is
enemies,
women
is
two-faced
Spilt
liquor
for
all
my
people
who's
now
graves
Homies
and
cages,
traps
sent
away
for
ages
Rap
kept
me
on
this
track
for
fadin'
To
my
niggas
on
these
blocks
that's
hot
or
not
These
memories
sometimes
is
all
we
got
Ain't
nothing
like
memory
lane,
but
in
my
head
I
hear
my
mom
that
said
And
how
many
times
will
I
told
you?
You
can't
hang
on
to
the
past
I
remember,
days
of
kool
aid
stains
on
the
shirt
The
youngs
squirts,
run
under
bleachers
looking
up
skirts
When
wearing
turtlenecks
and
overalls
worked
Late
for
class
lying
(damn,
where's
my
home
work?)
For
first
hustling
clocking
a
small
knot
Slipping
with
your
whole
sack
on
you,
we
didn't
think
cops
Talk
thru
boxes,
different
color
of
Reebok
stripe
socks
Mama
jokes
leading
to
slap
box
Everybody
and
their
cousin
is
hip-hop
Rarely
did
us
brothers
duck
strays
or
get
shot
Still
niggas
on
this
block
still
having
not
Sometimes
these
memories
is
all
we
got
Ain't
nothing
like
memory
lane,
but
in
my
head
I
hear
my
mom
that
said
And
how
many
times
will
I
told
you?
You
can't
hang
on
to
the
past
And
how
many
times
will
I
told
you?
You
can't
hang
on
to
the
past
1 Intro
2 Can't Hold On
3 Hold Your Breath
4 Never Saw It Coming
5 So Real
6 Never Give U Up
7 Get Back
8 Listen 2 This
9 Yeah
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