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Beautiful South Hold On To What

lot Hold on, hold on to what? So hold on, hold on to what? Hold on, hold on to what? Hold on, hold on to what? Holding on is harder When it's something

know what my life would be (In the ghetto) I was dumb and o, so lazy (In the ghetto) Something had a spell on me (In the ghetto) You all know what I

the Southern tip of South America and We're coming in- on into Australia and over New Zealand and I have never seen- incredible- beauty- One of the excavators on

to get paid Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats I'm on the right page but what's my format I wave to the

', I'm just tellin' you what it is like, I'm ballin Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Whattup beat [Incomprehensible] I see you on the beat mo' betta I'm

'm revelling in insecurity It's so unlike me, yes I know. But what am I to do with how I feel. I just keep on wondering, pondering what to do. I beat up on

?re on your knees all night for a child with a ragin? fever And you realize this might be the last time you see her Life holds on and faith holds on and

(SPM) I might not know what to say, rollin up in my mercury I'm on the sea and private toys, momma taught me how to kill them boys My homeboys name is

silence ever. The cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what