Holding On

[Intro]

I been holding on, baby
For too long, maybe (GILL)

[Hook]

I been holding on for too long
Writing all these fuckin' love songs
Bout every bitch who ever did me wrong
But now its "fuck it", cause I'm bouta' go off

[Verse 1]

Took an eighth to the face yesterday
Sprayed mace in the place
Came through, and I'm spitting like Dre's AK's
I don't play these games, you could hate, you may
You could say, whatever you want about me, doubt me, loudly
I'm a piece of shit motherfucker, yeah I say it proudly
Bitches saying: "Wow he's"
"So good, I never knew that"
Bitch, you used to boo tracks, I tell ya: "Move back"
When I, step up to the show
I get up to the stage, everybody bouta' go
Start screamin' while I'm playin' "Rose Gold"
While I'm playing "Rose Gold", baby

[Hook]

I been holding on for too long
Writing all these fuckin' love songs
Bout every bitch who ever did me wrong
But now its "fuck it", cause I'm bouta' go off
I been holding on for too long
Writing all these fuckin' love songs
Bout every bitch who ever did me wrong
But now its "fuck it", cause I'm bouta' go off

[Verse 2]

I'm saying "Fuck it", cause I'm bouta' kick the bucket, and die soon
So when I blow up, y'all can suck it, cause my tunes
Will always stay great
No matter if I'm in a hospital bed, or by the lake sipping brew with my crew
But when they cut me open, just know that I'll be thinkin' about you
But this isn't a love track, so fuck that
I just rap, I get up on the mic and just spit facts, I don't lack
When it comes to rhymes
First time in the booth, and I knew I would shine
But right now
It might be time to die, and that's the truth
But know that I'm still thinkin' about you (Fuck)

[Hook]

I been holding on for too long
Writing all these fuckin' love songs
Bout every bitch who ever did me wrong
But now its "fuck it", cause I'm bouta' go off
I been holding on for too long
Writing all these fuckin' love songs
Bout every bitch who ever did me wrong
But now its "fuck it", cause I'm bouta' go off

[Outro]

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