Texty:
Man Alive Hold On

in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold

Glued to the screen by a thousand shallow words of wisdom It ain't what it seems when it's a single sided system Someone's got to hold on my living

said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on

doors, hopping out of Porsches Popping up on Forbes lists, gorgeous Hold up, niggas thought I lost it, they be talking bullshit I be talking more shit, they nauseous Hold

my eyes fire red and glock on my seat I'm tryna' stay under intoxication 'Cause I lost my father and got a daughter, plus I'm on probation I'm drinkin

change The lonely loner seems to free his mind at nite (A-a-at nite) Hold the phone (What, what?) The lonely stoner, Mr. Solo Doe Low (What, what?) He's on

a thang Come on, y'all wanna floss wit' us 'Cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin' on your pimpin',

on stare While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (Rock in it) Like the little ball inside the spray can Providing three coats For both child, woman and man

can remember You are all a real man can need And ever ask for, this is love This is more than a crush It was all up at Rutgers, I saw with your man