Hold On

My girl loved me
 Can't fake feelings
 My lust too deep
 She wait on me
 I'm not coming
 Please don't judge me
 My past ugly
 I had something
 My girl loved me
 Can't fake feelings
 Time lost, but it's never gained
 Backpedaling, tryna cover every sin
 Some I hold til the grave is my residence
 I know the Devil by his name, I can't let him in
 I know that Heaven is a place I'm just tryna live
 I know they smile in my face, while they want me dead
 I see the angst, see the bank at the water's edge
 In the midst of the abyss, I can't see the ledge
 Drown with me, bubbles to the surface
 People make me nervous, I should've went to service
 Haunted by the faces of my peers when I struggled
 Tears down my cheek, hit the ground, make a puddle
 Still making rounds for my rounds cause I love 'em
 Everything was everything until it really wasn't
 How you mad at me, I gave it all when I had nothing
 And never turned away when you was throwing all the punches
 Jealousy's a strong man, gotta overcome him
 I know this is God's plan, I could see it coming
 We was beachside mowing grass every summer
 That's why I never talk down, I'm forever humble
 Please don't judge me
 My past ugly
 I had something
 My girl loved me
 Can't fake feelings
 My lust too deep
 She wait on me
 I'm not coming
 What's understood I wish I could explain
 It's kinda hazy from my point of view
 I see it better when I disappear
 I know it's crazy but it's probably true
 Won't even tell you that I'm different now
 I hate to lie and I don't know the truth
 I hear the seconds when they ticking by
 A couple hours, I could get to you
 Time freeze when the weather cold
 Will I make it to the summer only heaven knows
 Tell the Reaper he can meet me when it's time to eat
 Long as my brothers at the table filling every seat
 I go to work before the sun, I'm missing every ray
 Long as I'm getting paid, prophecy gon make a way
 That was 2014, we was naive
 A little self righteous, a little less lifeless
 20 years young, whole life in a vice grip
 Plus the way that time moves clockwise tightening
 Wish it made sense how the shiest was enticing
 Wish I made rent off the songs I was writing
 I was Clark Kent, transform in the store room
 Booth too tight I need more room, war wounds
 Still bringing war to 'em, still singing old songs
 Still got my chest poked, still tryna hold on
 I'm still tryna hold on