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[Chorus: Sanghera]
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Hold me, Hold me, Hold me
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Always, Always, Always
X2
[Verse 1: Sanghera]
Fraternity test to paternity tests
Meg Turney’s ass on my burner pass
Heard maternity in her vocab
Hope hurting hers not certainty
Told Burnie Mac I ain’t sacred of death (deep voice under)
But life worries my circuities
Got third degrees still burning me
When I heard her speak bout missing weeks
So I hit pedals and stepped on
I got girls texting I left off
I can step back to my last calls
Where I never felt so loved
Where relationships are city limits
Where life happens in indecisions
Where inhibitions are still a prison
Could never change not in my mission
So slide in sheets, I’ll never sleep
I miss calls I’ll never keep
I’m still a dog, she still a leash
She pray to god, I pray to sleep
You’re to smart to be with me
I’m what you want not what you need
And I’m hoping that I can get some sleep here
But I can’t
[Chorus: Sanghera]
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Hold me, Hold me, Hold me
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Always, Always, Always
X2
[Verse 2: Sanghera]
Knew I came through when I come through the city, I came in the girl
I can not tell you I’m losing, I’m fucking, I’m grooving like I don’t know which way it hurts
I can not feel what I did, what I do, but I feel this complexion turn black into blue
And I’m trying to lose it, I’m losing at losing, so swimming in waters is all I can do
So I slide in some sheets and I’m cumming in peace
Wrapping round me are arms of defeat
She can never see what I believe
Beauty is what you mistake in the leaves
Been living on something not living on dreams
So if I can get sleep I might marry a bitch
And then lay on a beach, and not lay on a street
Where concrete is darker when midnight’s in reach (Like)
I got a bone to pick and I can’t even clean it
How much that pussy still cost – really
How much of me have I lost – yearly
All of this pussy got power, but I been so caught up and selfish I’m not even listening
Won’t get me a penchant a pension, my momma a car or teach all my niggas some lessons
Breathing, breathing temptation is breathing
Give me a girl or a thousand or neither
Cause either way I don’t believe in believing
I’m reaching, I’m reaching, I’m reaching, I’m reaching but when I pull back all I see are my reasons
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