Breakin' Up - Lyrics - The Sweet Escape - Gwen Stefani

Title: Breakin' Up
Album: The Sweet Escape
Artist: Gwen Stefani
Composer(s): Gwen Stefani, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
How sick is this?
How sick is this?

You know, you know, you wanna call me back
You know, you know, you wanna call me back
You know, you know, you wanna call me back, oh!

Hold up, I think you?re cutting out
Hold up, I think you?re cutting out
Hold up, I think I?m losing you
Hold up, I think I?m losing you

Tell me, can you hear me now?
Tell me, can you hear me now?
Tell me, can you hear me now?
Tell me, can you hear me now?

We?re breakin' up, up, up, up
We?re breakin' up, up, up, up
We?re breakin' up, up, up, up
We?re breakin' up, up, up, up

I finally get you on the phone
And our connection?s all wrong
You?re acting like I?m starving you out
And my battery?s getting low

Get me charged up or you will regret it
I need to call you back so I can hear you better
'Bout to end the conversation all together, yeah

Hold up, I think you?re cutting out
Hold up, I think you?re cutting out
Hold up, I think I?m losing you
Hold up, I think I?m losing you

Tell me, can you hear me now?
Tell me, can you hear me now?
Tell me, can you hear me now?
Tell me, can you hear me now?

We?re breakin' up, up, up, up
We?re breakin' up, up, up, up
We?re breakin' up, up, up, up
We?re breakin' up, up, up, up

Come on, give a little love
Why aren?t you calling me back?
Okay, now I?m gonna call you at home
And leave another sorry message

Why?s it have to get so complicated?
Acting so cold, refrigerated
You?ve got your voice mail on
I?m so frustrated, yeah

Hold up, I think you?re cutting out
Hold up, I think you?re cutting out
Hold up, I think I?m losing you
Hold up, I think I?m losing you

Tell me, can you hear me now?
Tell me, can you hear me now?
Tell me, can you hear me now?
Tell me, can you hear me now?

We?re breakin' up, up, up, up
We?re breakin' up, up, up, up
We?re breakin' up, up, up, up
We?re breakin' up, up, up, up

I hate it when the signal drops on my cell phone
I?m just tryin' to talk but my bars are all gone
I'm not in the mood for your stupid ringtones
I want my battery charged and I want you in my zone

Hold up, I think you?re cutting out
Hold up, I think you?re cutting out
Hold up, I think I?m losing you
Hold up, I think I?m losing you

Tell me, can you hear me now?
Tell me, can you hear me now?
Tell me, can you hear me now?
Tell me, can you hear me now?

We?re breakin' up, up, up, up
We?re breakin' up, up, up, up
We?re breakin' up, up, up, up
We?re breakin' up, up, up, up

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Hold Up - Lyrics - Diddy

Title: Hold Up
Artist: Diddy
Composer(s): Sean Combs, Jerry Eugene Peters, Troy Donald Jamerson, Glenn Cortell Jr Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Lyric:
Aiyyo, turn me up in my headphones, man
I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin'
It ain't loud enough, man
Oh, these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em
Oh, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, man

Ha ha ha, I need y'all to sing, children
Sing, I like it when the children sing
I like it when you sing
That lets you know somethin's comin'
Oh, it's comin', aww, man somethin's comin'
I like this sound of this somethin's comin'

You can picture like a photograph, envision the image
Of 125th street and Lenox
The old folks, their souls are cold like tenants
Tryin' to keep your weight up, better eat that spinach

For four twenty five, niggaz lives get diminished
The world serious, I'm tryin' to win a pennant
Cops be on patrol through the block every minute
Itchin' just to pop somethin', swearin' I'm a menace

They disturb me but it's love like tennis
Man, cap to the side and my jersey is vintage
Chicks'll make a nigga dick hard like a Guinness
Damn, it's a scam but I handle my business

Tryin' to be the man if the Lord be my witness
Do my tennis with the walk sign for my physical fitness
16's sicker than all signed flows, it's ridiculous, hold up

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Easy now, I'm seein' 'em, mind where you patrol
Fall back, young'un, play your lane like a goal
When his majesty speaks, speech defy gravity
Bluetooth, nigga but I don't have any cavities

Diddy got it wrapped like cocoon
Pop shit like needles through [Incomprehensible] balloons
I urge you to tell a friend, warn a brother
About my splurges, merges with Warner Brothers

Thugs actin' funny cause 'chicks call me Honey
See a 9 figure nigga makin' Bugs Bunny money
Eons beyond bling bling
So I chose to get engaged to these sweet 16's

Make a name, let it bang, so beautiful
The theme music for crews that move pharmaceuticals
Or suitable for a recruitable whore
To service the whole crew when we out on tour

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

It's like the music will literally stop time
Hold up, hold up, hold up
We roll up, 20 deep, cock D swole up
Get inflicted by my verbal conviction
A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston

You're not focused enough, you're not listenin'
You need to slow down, hold up like kickstand
Hop to it, get on your grind music
Across 110th, sharp Caesar with a lime music

Fine tuned with the proper soul seasonin'
Your live shows are borin', you're just not pleasin' 'em
Stop teasin' 'em, you can't rock Palladium
We bring New York back like that Westside stadium

Fuck the game and if the fame went away
Still be the hardest workin' man in entertainment today
Learn a lesson and that's no questionin' that
No guesswork involved, so stop stressin' the facts, hold up

Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

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Hold Your Head Up - Lyrics - Fish

Title: Hold Your Head Up
Artist: Fish
Composer(s): Rod Argent, Chris White

Lyric:
And if it's bad
Don't let it get you down
You can take it

And if it hurts
Don't let them see you cry
You can make it

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

And if they stare
Just let them burn their eyes
On you moving

And if they shout
Don't let it change a thing
What you're doing

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up

And if they stare
Just let them burn their eyes
On you moving

And if they shout
Don't let it change a thing
What you're doing

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head up
Hold your head high

Hold your head up, hold your
Hold your head up, hold your
Hold your head up, hold your
Hold your head high

Hold your head up

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Get That Clear (Hold Up) - Lyrics - Love Is Wicked - Brick & Lace

Title: Get That Clear (Hold Up)
Album: Love Is Wicked
Artist: Brick & Lace
Composer(s): Writer Unknown Nyanda Thorbourne, Nailah Thorbourne, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Convict

I'm that girl right here
I'm that girl right here
Yeah, I'm that girl right here
Yeah, I'm that girl right here

Because if you're looking for that girl to spend your G'z
I'm that girl right here
And if you're looking for that girl then don't you agree
I'm that girl right here

And if you're looking for that girl when you're in need
I'm that girl right here
But I'mma tell you right now I'm not to mess with
So let's just get that clear

Baby boy, hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Let's just get that clear

Baby boy, hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Let's just get that clear

See I'm just an uptown girl, I fall from Jamaica
Let's just get that clear
I ain't sexy but don't let the cute face fool ya
Let's just get that clear

All my men strong and gangsta in the neighborhood rulas
Let's just get that clear
When it gets deep, believe he knows how to maneuver
Let's just get that clear

If you're looking for that girl to spend your G'z
I'm that girl right here
And if you're looking for that girl then don't you agree
I'm that girl right here

And if you're looking for that girl when you're in need
I'm that girl right here
But I'mma tell you right now I'm not to mess with
So let's just get that clear

Baby boy, hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Let's just get that clear

Baby boy, hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Let's just get that clear

So if you're looking for some loving I'm the one to give it to ya
Let's just get that clear
Up drop on roll on the board put it on you, turn it over
Let's just get that clear

'Cuz you know I can bounce to the top, make you flow like a river
Let's just get that clear
Sex so damn good I have you straight running for the border
Let's just get that clear

If you're looking for that girl to spend your G'z
I'm that girl right here
And if you're looking for that girl then don't you agree
I'm that girl right here

And if you're looking for that girl when you're in need
I'm that girl right here
But I'mma tell you right now I'm not to mess with
So let's just get that clear

Baby boy, hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Let's just get that clear

Baby boy, hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Let's just get that clear

I'mma be riding I'mma be the one holdin' you down
And when the shit blows up I'ma stick around
I made you witcha you gonna wear the crown
I'mma lace you and than replace you replace you right

I'mma be riding I'mma be the one holdin' you down
And when the shit blows up I'ma stick around
I made you witcha you gonna wear the crown
I'mma lace you and than replace you replace you right

If you're looking for that girl to spend your G'z
I'm that girl right here
And if you're looking for that girl then don't you agree
I'm that girl right here

And if you're looking for that girl when you're in need
I'm that girl right here
But I'mma tell you right now I'm not to mess with
So let's just get that clear

Baby boy, hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Let's just get that clear

Baby boy, hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Just hold up right there
Let's just get that clear

Yeah, let's just get that clear
Yeah, let's just get that clear
Because, yeah, let's just get that clear
Yeah, let's just get that clear

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My Number - Lyrics - Undiscovered - Brooke Hogan

Title: My Number
Album: Undiscovered
Artist: Brooke Hogan
Composer(s): Yannique Delisle Barker, Jason Boyd, Scott Storch

Lyric:
Yeah, [Incomprehensible]
So I, I saw you standin' over there in the corner
Yeah, your names Brooke right, uh huh
Your name's Stack's right, yeah
So can I get your number?

I said, ?Hey, hold up, don't leave without getting my number?
Hey, hold up, don't you wanna know my name
Hey, hold up, wait a minute, don't leave without getting my number
I'm choosing you, I'm choosing you

Now usually, you wouldn't have to step to me
But I can't let you slip away, slip away that easily
I'm diggin' on your smell, good baby
I see you got yourself together baby
That doesn't happen everyday, so I won't let you walk away

No no, you see I wanna get to know you better
(I really wanna know you)
But it's lookin' like you're headed to the door
I'm gonna write my information on this napkin
And don't hesitate to call, no

I said, ?Hey, hold up, hold up wait a minute
Don't leave without getting my number?
Hey, hold up, hold up one minute, don't you wanna know my name
Hey, hold up, hold up don't leave, don't leave without getting my number
I'm choosing you, I'm choosing you

See ordinarily, I wouldn't have to say a thing
Silly boys reachin' for my hand, [Incomprehensible]
I'm checkin' your demeanor baby, I see you got your act together baby
That doesn't happen everyday, so I won't let you walk away

No no, you see I wanna get to know you better
(Wanna get to know you)
But it's lookin' like you're headed to the door
I'm gonna write my information on this napkin
(Information on this napkin)
And don't hesitate to call

I said, ?Hey, hold up, hold up wait a minute
Don't leave without getting my number?
Hey, hold up, hold up one minute, don't you wanna know my name

Hey, hold up, hold up wait a minute
Don't leave without getting my number
Because I'm choosing you, I'm choosing you
(I'm choosing you girl)

I said, ?Hey hold up, little mama roll up
Step up in the club, everybody know about us?
Tore up, know what, we 'bout to tear the floor up
Seen a lotta things, make me never wanna grow up?

Brooke's on the floor, Stack's on the mic
Sobe's the name, all the haters to the right
Now you tellin' me it's this and you tellin' me it's that
But how they gonna stop us when we pop up on the map
So put your number on the glass

See I wanna get to know you better
But it's lookin' like you're headed to the door
I'm gonna write my information on this napkin
And don't hesitate to call

I said, ?Hey, hold up, wait a minute
(Don't leave without getting my number)
Don't leave without getting my number?
Hey, hold up
('Cause I really wanna know you)

Don't you wanna know my name
Hey, hold up, wait a minute, don't leave without getting my number
I'm choosing you, I'm choosing you, yeah you

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Hold Up - Lyrics - Exclusive - Chris Brown

Title: Hold Up
Album: Exclusive
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Antwan Patton, Jamal Harris, Vidal Davis, Andre Harris

Lyric:
Chris Brown, Big Boi, yeah
Oh, she's mine and see, God knew she was mine
The day I seen that guy, the big mouth bass on the line
It?s time for me to retrieve her and go get her like a wild receiver
But we don?t play no ball, see, when they come through
You, baby girl, we?re gon? take it all

On the real we need to nip this in the bud
?Cause we kept it real with everyone
So tell me why they hatin?, everybody's hatin??
It feels like they?re just waitin? for us to grow apart

It?s just hard for me to do
But baby, if I?m your man I guess I gotta be your man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl with curves and hips, luscious lips
Girl, I can?t front now, I?m nervous

I?m like, hold up, wait, wait a minute
I?m genuine with it, I ain?t tryna put no pimpin? in it
I?m like, hold up, can I talk to her?
Hold up, can I take her out?
Hold up, uh, that?s why I gotta tell you now

Now a days is so crazy out here, do you wanna [Incomprehensible]
If your daughter struts with me, lucky me
And you'd be lucky too, no entourage, no crew
Just me ridin? with my boo, I got her but don?t think I?m replacin? you

Girl, I know you know what I do and I?m a major minor
It'll take days and days and decades to find another dude
That?s gonna walk in my shoes and, girl, keep it one with you
As long if you do the usual

And I?m talkin? ?bout, hold up, wait, wait a minute
I?m genuine with it, I ain?t tryna put no pimpin? in it
I?m like, hold up, can I talk to her?
Hold up, can I take her out?
Hold up, uh, that?s why I gotta tell you now

Baby, please hang up the phone
?Cause I?m talkin? to your father
Mrs. Jones, Mr. Jones
I?ve been talkin? to your daughter

And she like me
She told me she like me
And I really like her
She gon? be my wifey

Baby, please hang up the phone
?Cause I?m talkin? to your father
Mrs. Jones, Mr. Jones
I?ve been talkin? to your daughter

And she like me
She told me she like me
And I really like her
She gon? be my wifey

I?m like, hold up, wait, wait a minute
I?m genuine with it, I ain?t tryna put no pimpin? in it
I?m like, hold up, hold up, hold up
That?s why I gotta tell you now

Now is the time for me to come clean
Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light and proceed
Us together be more better like lemon pepper on your wings
And you'll never find another fellow that?s better than your king

I ming, go sing, gon? talk about goods who playin?
But we can?t have no picket fence ?cause we got acres and acres of land
The haters are takin? it mad that we can handle these fakers for class
Mannerisms on that CO5 and a half on their

Girl, buy, give it a try, give your boy a chance
Ever since you landed in my space seems like I?ma yours again
My top friend, rock them, we don?t need no all day hits
Pop them, put old google on a boss back

I?m like, hold up, wait, wait a minute
I?m genuine with it, I ain?t tryna put no pimpin? in it
I?m like, hold up, can I talk to her?
Hold up, can I take her out?
Hold up, uh, that?s why I gotta tell you now

I?m like, hold up, wait, wait a minute
I?m genuine with it, I ain?t tryna put no pimpin? in it
I?m like, hold up, can I talk to her?
Hold up, can I take her out?
Hold up, uh, that?s why I gotta tell you now

Baby, please
And she like me and I really like her
Baby, please
She gon? be my wifey
Baby, please

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Be Mine - Lyrics - Grits

Title: Be Mine
Artist: Grits
Composer(s): Kenneth James Bell, Teron David Carter, Stacy Bernard Jones, Matthew C Beckler

Lyric:
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)
Slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine
Be all mine, be all mine
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)
Slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine
Be all mine, be all mine
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)

We can hook up, we can hook up
(We can hook up, we can hook up)
We can get married
This is my gift to you, my love is true
(Gift to you, love is true)
We can get married

Hey, slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine
Be all mine, be all mine
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)
Slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine
Be all mine, be all mine
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)

We can hook up, we can hook up
(We can hook up, we can hook up)
We can get married
This is my gift to you, my love is true
(Gift to you, love is true)
We can get married

Hey, who'd have thought my babe was on an island of her own?
Had me smilin' and on the phone same page, different time zones
God's a real character paintin' caricatures of Christ
And His love for the church endurin' the pain 'cuz it hurts

When I saw you, I went berserk insane goin' loony and cartoony
So sue me, you was a vision of beauty truly
Thinking of all the charm to inflect upon my behalf
Forgive me, don't mean to stare, but your hair is down to your calf

Tell me about yourself, your culture is Polynesian
I love when the breeds be mixin', our blueprint is in Ephesians
Instantaneously cultures collided, decided we'd ride it
Spent time in prayer separately so we wouldn't have to hide it

Fictitious image brought to life reflection of love
Carefully inspected with gloves so fragile my darlin' was
And I ain't need Miss Cleo to reassure me that I got her
Scored big like the opening week of Harry Potter

Slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine
Be all mine, be all mine
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)
Slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine
Be all mine, be all mine
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)

We can hook up, we can hook up
(We can hook up, we can hook up)
We can get married
This is my gift to you, my love is true
(Gift to you, love is true)
We can get married

In the beginning, I hesitated, debated within my soul
Wrestling with my feelings of knowing if you was sent
Enduring the distance alone being content
Longing your presence, believing that we was meant

Submitted my intent, I was truly convinced
You're the woman in my life I couldn't breath without
And the one I really wouldn't be complete without
And I wrote this, so you wouldn't have any doubt

Or misunderstanding of what my love is really about
'Cause from here on out, baby, it's all about us
And from here on out, I wanna build on trust
'Cause the union we got, ain't no comparing any other

I'm askin' you to be more than a baby mother
My help mate soul, tie my right hand
Beginning and end and better half of life
To be my lady, my lover, my best friend and wife, hey

Slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine
Be all mine, be all mine
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)
Slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine
Be all mine, be all mine
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)

We can hook up, we can hook up
(We can hook up, we can hook up)
We can get married
This is my gift to you, my love is true
(Gift to you, love is true)
We can get married

Hey, slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine
Be all mine, be all mine
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)
Slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine
Be all mine, be all mine
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)

We can hook up, we can hook up
(We can hook up, we can hook up)
We can get married
This is my gift to you, my love is true
(Gift to you, love is true)
We can get married

(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)
Slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine
Be all mine, be all mine
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)
Slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine
Be all mine, be all mine
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)

We can hook up, we can hook up
(We can hook up, we can hook up)
We can get married
This is my gift to you, my love is true
(Gift to you, love is true)
We can get married

Hey, slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine
Be all mine, be all mine
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)
Slow down, hold up, I want you to be, want you to be mine
Be all mine, be all mine
(Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby)

We can hook up, we can hook up
(We can hook up, we can hook up)
We can get married
This is my gift to you, my love is true
(Gift to you, love is true)
We can get married, hey

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Pants Off - Lyrics - Bonafide - Jon B.

Title: Pants Off
Album: Bonafide
Artist: Jon B.
Composer(s): Jonathan Buck

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Lyric:
Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you make love to me baby
Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you be real to me baby

Messing around again, acting like way back when
We were just beside ourselves with love
Touching your lovely skin, remembering feelings within
To rush the moment could be so hasty when you taste me

Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you make love to me baby
Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you be real to me baby

Exploring the most within, if we're in love then is it a sin?
Pushing my thoughts into your dreams, you know what it means
Pouring your body melts and in the morning tell me how it felt
Hope it's just as good for you as you are to me

Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you make love to me baby
Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you be real to me baby

Me wanna love you and know you baby
Me wanna get it up for you
Me wanna take my pants off baby
Me wanna get loose with you

Me wanna love and know ya baby
Me wanna take my pants off baby
Me wanna get real nasty baby
Can I get nasty with you, girl?

Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you make love to me baby
Hold up, let me take my pants off baby
Hold up, let you be real to me baby

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Stop - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: Stop
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Shawn Carter, S Barnes, I Marchand

Lyric:
Yo, Duro, tell Rob to hurry up back in the booth, man
We got the Track joint
Yo, this Tone the referee, while I got your attention
I gotta say we set out to bring you the best possible heat
For your two step, me, Jigga and Kells
You know, so y'all just enjoy, alight
Yo, Rob you there? Yeah, your mic sound nice, uh-huh, uh-huh
You first to blow, yeah, alright, you ready to blow, uh-huh
Alright, let's go

Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
I'm about to make these niggaz get down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Tone and Poke, blow the motherfuckin' speakers

Grab a bottle, get two models
Thugs at Apollo's, niggaz wanna follow
I'm about to show you, how wild it gets
That nigga Hov', is the craziest
Stop at the club, 'bout a quarter to six
With a bottle in my hand, yellin' "Bitch, I'm rich"

Hey, y'all niggaz see me, I can't believe it
You startin' to sound like you don't want it
Tony's on the drop, blue and yellow rocks
He keep yellin', stop, Sisqo's album flopped
What you wanna do, if you drinkin', I'm hangin' out with you
Five, four, three, two, one, hang on y'all, let's have some fun

Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
I'm about to make these niggaz get down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us
Hold up, wait a minute, stop

It's Young, uh, mack alone, I'm back in the zone
I'm out they way, still these rappers won't leave me alone
I can give a fuck what these rappers sayin' 'bout me
That just let's me know, they can't go a day without me
Scared of me succeeding, that's the reason you doubt me
'Cuz if you ain't believe me, you wouldn't be thinkin' bout me

Sorta how like you, never crossed my mind
Until you crossed the line, stop
Then I gotta come across a rhyme
To let the world know you come across a mime
I do so much sauce with lines with someone who saws my climb
From Marcy to party where you soakin' up blue nine
Prude, am I, got a du-lema, I'm a dude from the hood
Who loves jewels, who am I?

You where placed in the same shoes, size 10/5
With a sick view of the place you grew, dude, can I
Live, what I did for this whole rap circus
I open up more doors for y'all fuckers than car service
Y'all nervous, I ain't back yet
I'm on extended vaca', I ain't unpack yet, stop worrying
Five, four, three, two, one, hang on y'all let's have some fun

Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
I'm about to make these niggaz get down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us
Hold up, wait a minute, stop

Shit, she back with the nigga inf dot
Uh-oh, somebody better tell this broad
I'm a nine year veteran, I'm back with my brethren
I swear to God, it feel like '96 again
Bitches snatchin' bags, see, they fuckin' with my shit again

We 'bout to let them hammers pop
In the stud, dudes, callin', you a problem, Fox'
I got the Automore Pierre watch
Butterscotch, GT, good toe on, three eight cock
Y'all ain't see this much love since they cried for 'Pac
Since Big passed or since Jay passed the Roc

I'm in a clearport, full length mink in a G4
Fuck I'm lookin' like rhyming for a hundred G's4
No, I don't talk to media guys
I don't chatter with the best, ain't no question whose the best
Shawn and Kelly, Fox, best of both worlds, I see y'all
Aiyo, Kel, nigga, holler at your peoples
Five, four, three, two, one, come on y'all, let's have some fun

Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
I'm about to make these niggaz get down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Tone and Poke, blow the motherfuckin' speakers

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Got It Sewed Up (Remix) - Lyrics - Mike Jones

Title: Got It Sewed Up (Remix)
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Michael Jones, Salih Williams

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Lyric:
Mike Jones
(Yessuh, DJ Paul and Juicy 'J' productions)
Geah, Mike Jones
(Swishahouse, Mike Jones, yeah, Hypnotize Minds)

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

Hoes peep when I creep up the block
Dope fiends beep me when they need some rocks
Add 20 subtract the top
I'm pimpin' hard in the parkin' lot

Screens fall when I lean in the truck
Candy paint, fo' screens on buck
No game needed to pull a slut
I just open mouth and show princess cuts

I platinum mine at all times
I shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me and you far behind
Wastin' time by talkin' down

You can still trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin' bad and I'm feelin' fine
'Cause "Who is Mike Jones?" is here
"Who is Mike Jones?" is here

I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine every time I talk
I spit a verse here straight to the folk
Cause Mike Jones can't take a loss

I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine every time I talk
I spit a verse here straight to the folk
Cause Mike Jones can't take a loss

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

M.O.B. 'til the day I go
Got a Range Rov' on 80 4's
On the microphone I shine and glow
I scream my name 'til the day I go
I hit the scene, 'llac candy green

Or candy blue when I'm with my crew
I represent, we drink and screw
I represent, we drink and screw

Michael Watts, he choppin' it up
Cocaine, I'm rockin' it up
Yo' gal fine, I'm knockin' her up
Yo' gal fine, I'm knockin' her up

I got a plan, got in demand
Now hit the road and start stackin' grands
I'm runnin' the game with my masterplan
I'm runnin' the game with my masterplan

2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Here's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
That's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

Purple drank I'ma grip and sip
Anything illegal you know I'll flip
I roll the slab with my pistol grip
Diamonds shine from behind my lip

I hit the club a hundred deep
With a hundred sweets and a hundred freaks
On the mic you can't compete
'Cause Mike Jones is in the streets

I'm grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
Causin' pain in the turnin' lane
In 7 months I'm runnin' the game
Just ask the streets what is my name?

I'm grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
Causin' pain in the turnin' lane
In 7 months I'm runnin' the game
Just ask the streets what is my name?

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

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Got It Sewed Up - Lyrics - Who Is Mike Jones? - Mike Jones

Title: Got It Sewed Up
Album: Who Is Mike Jones?
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Michael Jones, Salih Williams

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Lyric:
Mike Jones
(Yessuh, DJ Paul and Juicy 'J' productions)
Geah, Mike Jones
(Swishahouse, Mike Jones, yeah, Hypnotize Minds)

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

Hoes peep when I creep up the block
Dope fiends beep me when they need some rocks
Add 20 subtract the top
I'm pimpin' hard in the parkin' lot

Screens fall when I lean in the truck
Candy paint, fo' screens on buck
No game needed to pull a slut
I just open mouth and show princess cuts

I platinum mine at all times
I shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me and you far behind
Wastin' time by talkin' down

You can still trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin' bad and I'm feelin' fine
'Cause "Who is Mike Jones?" is here
"Who is Mike Jones?" is here

I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine every time I talk
I spit a verse here straight to the folk
Cause Mike Jones can't take a loss

I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine every time I talk
I spit a verse here straight to the folk
Cause Mike Jones can't take a loss

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

M.O.B. 'til the day I go
Got a Range Rov' on 80 4's
On the microphone I shine and glow
I scream my name 'til the day I go
I hit the scene, 'llac candy green

Or candy blue when I'm with my crew
I represent, we drink and screw
I represent, we drink and screw

Michael Watts, he choppin' it up
Cocaine, I'm rockin' it up
Yo' gal fine, I'm knockin' her up
Yo' gal fine, I'm knockin' her up

I got a plan, got in demand
Now hit the road and start stackin' grands
I'm runnin' the game with my masterplan
I'm runnin' the game with my masterplan

2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Here's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
That's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

Purple drank I'ma grip and sip
Anything illegal you know I'll flip
I roll the slab with my pistol grip
Diamonds shine from behind my lip

I hit the club a hundred deep
With a hundred sweets and a hundred freaks
On the mic you can't compete
'Cause Mike Jones is in the streets

I'm grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
Causin' pain in the turnin' lane
In 7 months I'm runnin' the game
Just ask the streets what is my name?

I'm grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
Causin' pain in the turnin' lane
In 7 months I'm runnin' the game
Just ask the streets what is my name?

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

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Numero Uno - Lyrics - Cyclone - Baby Bash

Title: Numero Uno
Album: Cyclone
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Kim Hoglund, Darrel Andrews, Ronald Bryant, Joseph Scott

Lyric:
I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one, oh, no, no
I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one, oh, no, no, baby

It's the numero uno, number one chulo
Ridin' on the slab with a top notch cool, oh
Everybody you know, say they do it big
Bros do it real sumo, that's what it is

I'm a Dope House profit, suckers can't stop it
They might got muscle but they got no logic
And I got a big heart by the size of a lion
Five minus four, girl, without even tryin'

Now stir that up and add it up
From Mexico to Canada
Professional, no amateur
And you gon' bust two times, when I smack it up

Then beat it up, then spank it up
'Til the **** DJ crank it up
I strip the game butt-naked, girl, line by line
Hold up, let me bust it to you one more time

I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, hold up, hold up
Oh, no, no

I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, hold up, hold up
Oh, no, no, baby

Now you can go black or you can go white
You can go red or brown but it still ain't right
If the sauce ain't tight and the swag ain't crispy
With that bullshit you can't miss me

Crissy Lizzy's don't get nathin'
They about drama, I'm about bakin'
Never would I fake 'cause I just don't purr
Ten thousand square feet and you ain't even gotta work

'Cause I'm the cash and the check one, candy paint wet one
Space fly like a punk rock Jetson
Always down to holla, holla, let's bet one
The one your mama told you, "Baby, go get one"

Extra menace, no disrespect
Hop on, don't miss the jet
Extra menace, no disrespect
Hop on, don't miss the jet

I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, hold up, hold up
Oh, no, no

I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, hold up, hold up
Oh, no, no, baby

I tips and dips in Cadillacs
And I don't even trip off battle raps
Blow so much purp', I get asthma attacks
Find this thick little mami and I handle that

By the way, I'm 'bout these collar greens
Squares don't know, that's what dollar means
Straight up out that Vallejo
H-Town, Texas, Cali, bro

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Hold Up - Lyrics - Onyx

Title: Hold Up
Artist: Onyx
Composer(s): Kirk Jones, Kejuan Muchita, Fred Scruggs, Fredro Starr

Lyric:
Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide Queens
That's right, Q U, nigga, yea yea
Shit like that, know what Im sayin', put these drinks up
Ya heard? Let's do this right, what? Yo

Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block
For my one stop niggaz that be huggin' the spot
Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake
Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover they face

Kick some tye, big truck with tricks inside
In too deep, tryna sell bricks from the side
See no games, with real niggaz from other hoods
Car titles get lost, some niggaz get jooked

But God forgive me if a nigga cross the fam
Holdin' the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand
From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the roof
To them slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone booth

'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna reload and bust back
Incredible gats, indicted for a federal rap
They ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a medical fact

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my chicks in the spot
All my bus stop bitches that be pushin' them drops
Playin' the gate, get it ma, get those papes

Hustle that face, seven G's below ya waist
Project chick, dippin' whips, cruisin' the strip
Gettin' money for tuition, go to school and she strip

Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard
Murda mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed
Help her soul if a chick try to set my team
I'm tying her up, rep till the death of Queens
All my staircase niggaz keep flippin' the jun's

All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with invisible glocks
That mean you never see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
I'm takin' ya block nigga, if you like it or not
You either roll or get rushed, I guess not

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Sticky fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, that be bustin' off shots
Lay in the straight, black mask raidin' ya gate
Show me ya safe before I put two in ya face

Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on bricks
Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard
Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred

Shoot outs in broad daylight, bustin' at feds
Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in they cots
For my grimy niggaz, hidin' under cars from cops

Empty the glock, hitchu with disposable gats
Bust you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap
What nigga? I see you back in the hood scrap
Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up
South suicide Queens, enjoy
South suicide Queens, enjoy

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Hold On To Yourself - Lyrics - Hall &Amp; Oates

Title: Hold On To Yourself
Artist: Hall &Amp; Oates
Composer(s): Daryl Hall, Dave Bellochio, Alan Gorrie

Lyric:
You know you've got to throw your body around
You say there ain't no way to scare you, knock you down
High wire routine is working for you
Ain't nothing there for you to hold on to
High wire so far to the end
So many chances to miss your step

If you stand up, oh babe
(All on your own)
If you fall down, fall down, fall down
(Always alone)

Hold onto yourself, baby
(Hold on)
'Cause no one else will
(Hold on, hold on to yourself, hold on)

Hold onto yourself, baby
(Hold on)
'Cause no one else will
(Hold on, hold on to yourself, hold on)

Some people gonna watch your every move
You know there's always something there for you to prove
High wire so far to look down
No one to catch you when you hit the ground

If you stand up, oh yeah
(All on your own)
If you fall down, fall down, fall down
(Always alone)

Hold onto yourself, baby
(Hold on)
'Cause no one else will
(Hold on, hold on to yourself, hold on)

Hold onto yourself, baby
(Hold on)
'Cause no one else will
(Hold on, hold on to yourself, hold on)

If you stand up, oh yeah
(All on your own)
If you fall down, fall down
(Always alone)

And babe if you need help
(Nobody else)
Gotta hold on, hold on, hold on
(All by yourself)

Watch your body, take a hold of yourself
You've gotta make it 'cause there's no one else
Keep your balance 'til the end of the line
Gotta find a way to get it right

Hold onto yourself, baby
(Hold on)
'Cause no one else will
(Hold on, hold on to yourself, hold on)

Hold onto yourself, baby
(Hold on)
'Cause no one else will
(All on your own)

Gotta hold on
(Hold on)
'Cause no one else will
(Hold on, hold on to yourself, hold on)

Hold onto yourself, baby
(Hold on)
You gotta stand up, stand up, stand up, stand up
(All on your own)

If you stand up, if you fall down
(Hold on)
If you need help, I'll be around
(Hold on, hold on to yourself, hold on)

Gotta hold on baby by yourself
(Hold on)
In the meantime, in the [Incomprehensible]
(All on your own)

Hold on to yourself, baby
(Hold on)
'Cause no one else will
(Hold on, hold on to yourself, hold on)

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Get Up! - Lyrics - Beverly Knight

Title: Get Up!
Artist: Beverly Knight
Composer(s): Derrick Joshua, Beverley Knight, Derrick D Martin

Lyric:
Hear me, yeah, yeah
Ah ha hmm hear what
Hear what, hear what

Watch the way that people change
Flip the script and rearrange
Hoping they can just belong
Even when it's wrong uh-huh

Searching for identity
What's the next philosophy?
What's the next big thing in town?
That they can surround?

Don't feel no shame
Let them know you're not the same
Don't feel no way
You stand tall while people sway

True to yourself
Leave them fakers on the shelf
Heed your calling
Go and do your thing, hear me?

Get up, get up and hold your ground
You don't care what goes around
Stand up, stand up and hold your ground
Hold your ground

Dem no bigger than us, no bigger than we
No bigger than you, no bigger than me
Dem no bigger than us, no bigger than we
No bigger than you, no bigger than me

Watch the way that people go
To the cat that runs the show
Next thing they are rolling thick
Down with that clique, hmm

Soon enough they act the same
Walk the same and talk the same
Until these so called inspired
State the look is tired, let me hear you say

Don't feel no shame
Let them know you're not the same
Don't feel no way
You stand tall while people sway

True to yourself
Leave them fakers on the shelf
Heed your calling
Go and do your thing, hear me?

Get up, get up and hold your ground
You don't care what goes around
Stand up, stand up and hold your ground
Hold your ground

Dem no bigger than us, no bigger than we
No bigger than you, no bigger than me
Dem no bigger than us, no bigger than we
No bigger than you, no bigger than me

Get up and stand up and hold it, get up, get up, yeah
You gotta, gotta, stand up, stand up
Stand up for me, get up get up, alright
You gotta, gotta, stand up, stand up, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Get up and stand up and hold it
Get up and stand up and hold it
Get up and stand up and hold it, feel it

Don't feel no shame
Let them know you're not the same
Don't feel no way
You stand tall while people sway

True to yourself
Leave them fakers on the shelf
Heed your calling
Go and do your thing, hear me?

Get up, get up and hold your ground
You don't care what goes around
Stand up, stand up and hold your ground
Hold your ground

Dem no bigger than us, no bigger than we
No bigger than you, no bigger than me
Dem no bigger than us, no bigger than we
No bigger than you, no bigger than me

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Get Up! - Lyrics - Who I Am - Beverley Knight

Title: Get Up!
Album: Who I Am
Artist: Beverley Knight
Composer(s): Derrick Joshua, Beverley Knight, Derrick D Martin

Lyric:
Hear me, yeah, yeah
Ah ha hmm hear what
Hear what, hear what

Watch the way that people change
Flip the script and rearrange
Hoping they can just belong
Even when it's wrong uh-huh

Searching for identity
What's the next philosophy?
What's the next big thing in town?
That they can surround?

Don't feel no shame
Let them know you're not the same
Don't feel no way
You stand tall while people sway

True to yourself
Leave them fakers on the shelf
Heed your calling
Go and do your thing, hear me?

Get up, get up and hold your ground
You don't care what goes around
Stand up, stand up and hold your ground
Hold your ground

Dem no bigger than us, no bigger than we
No bigger than you, no bigger than me
Dem no bigger than us, no bigger than we
No bigger than you, no bigger than me

Watch the way that people go
To the cat that runs the show
Next thing they are rolling thick
Down with that clique, hmm

Soon enough they act the same
Walk the same and talk the same
Until these so called inspired
State the look is tired, let me hear you say

Don't feel no shame
Let them know you're not the same
Don't feel no way
You stand tall while people sway

True to yourself
Leave them fakers on the shelf
Heed your calling
Go and do your thing, hear me?

Get up, get up and hold your ground
You don't care what goes around
Stand up, stand up and hold your ground
Hold your ground

Dem no bigger than us, no bigger than we
No bigger than you, no bigger than me
Dem no bigger than us, no bigger than we
No bigger than you, no bigger than me

Get up and stand up and hold it, get up, get up, yeah
You gotta, gotta, stand up, stand up
Stand up for me, get up get up, alright
You gotta, gotta, stand up, stand up, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Get up and stand up and hold it
Get up and stand up and hold it
Get up and stand up and hold it, feel it

Don't feel no shame
Let them know you're not the same
Don't feel no way
You stand tall while people sway

True to yourself
Leave them fakers on the shelf
Heed your calling
Go and do your thing, hear me?

Get up, get up and hold your ground
You don't care what goes around
Stand up, stand up and hold your ground
Hold your ground

Dem no bigger than us, no bigger than we
No bigger than you, no bigger than me
Dem no bigger than us, no bigger than we
No bigger than you, no bigger than me

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Hold It Up To The Light - Lyrics - David Wilcox

Title: Hold It Up To The Light
Artist: David Wilcox
Composer(s): David Wilcox

Lyric:
It's the choice of a lifetime, I'm almost sure
I will not live my life in between anymore
If I can't be certain of all that's in store
This far it feels so right

I will hold it up, hold it up to the light
Hold it up to the light, hold it up to the light

The search for my future has brought me here
This is more than I'd hoped for, but sometimes I fear
That the choice I was made for will someday appear
And I'll be too late for that flight

So hold it up, hold it up to the light
Hold it up to the light, hold it up to the light

It's too late, to be stopped at the crossroads
Each life here, each a possible way
But wait, and they all will be lost roads
Each road's getting shorter the longer I stay

Now as soon as I'm moving, my choice is good
This way comes through right where I prayed that it would
If I keep my eyes open and look where I should
Somehow all of the signs are in sight

If I hold it up to the light

I said, "God, will You bless this decision?
I'm scared, is my life at stake?
But I see if You gave me a vision
Would I never have reason to use my faith?"

I was dead with deciding, afraid to choose
I was mourning the loss of the choices I'd lose
But there's no choice at all if I don't make my move
And trust that the timing is right

Yes, and hold it up, hold it up to the light
Hold it up to the light, hold it up to the light

Yes, and hold it up, hold it up to the light
Hold it up to the light, hold it up to the light

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