Phil AdÉ Your Hands текст песни, слова песни Your Hands Phil AdÉ
Phil AdÉ - Your Hands
Sometimes the answer ain't always clear,
Sometimes I leave it up to you!
Man, I wanna put it on a spot,
Is she with me in that, cause Shawty be with me,
Like Whitney be with The Rock
But it's obvious we got some talking that we gotta do
... this why I lied to you.
But look what I provided you, shoulder to lean on,
And niggas dream girls going still told then dream on,
I didn't even fuck, but I'm feelin like I did
But you don't give a fuck, you lecture me like a kid
My pride is the best of me,
Your eyes keep testing me,
I don't see the reason, and things become a guess to me,
Just yelling back and forth, can't be our destiny,
Should we let it live, man let it rest in peace!,
I can't rest tonight, you would call him pressed to fight
Ah well, so much for sex tonight,
Getting stuff with you is something that I'd love to do,
But lately we've been down, so I'm a leave it up to you!
Sometimes I don't always got the right answer,
This what they told me!
Hear!
They told me focus on the reality,
You focused on a fallacy my heart is steady callous
And I'm focused on childish things
Dreams, they say I'm chasing the wind,
But I'm the wicked one around us,
So I'm tasting the win
But a need a place to begin,
My parents support four to five,
I'm blue- collared from early morning to four or five.
Scrubbing wheels, 'till my skin peels,
Wanting to let my boss know how knuckles up in his chin feel
I ain't com-placing with this situation,
I'm trying to make it, have these niggas debating
Like is he really mixing?
I roll a Philly - faced the entire day
They're dreaming and spitting fire for an entire stadium!
My cranium born crazy, I'm lazy in class
Keep my hand down, you gotta pay me to ask
I'm working on school of rappers, instead of my school work,
Should I gave my life to God, but I gave it to cool hurt
You know, you not always make the right choice,
But you know our heart is in the right place!
Uh, yeah!
Decisions, decisions, this life is all decisions,
And I've got the right aim but not always the precision.
It's the life we're living, a never-ending song
So come along to say us wrong,
You gotta follow your guts, somebody you trust,
Used to think the only change that I could bring was for the bus,
But Stan told me to never let no man call me and when haters keep mellow be my own Antony
Once a fan told me I helped him deal with his break-up,
Dealing with mine was whining a few J puffs.
We on a mission we'll let no women delay us
And I've been with his sis'True Religions and fake Jacobs
I keep moving, I keep pushing,
I sit alone like a couch without seat cushions.
As I blow the cushion the air my private follow
On my knees begging Lord, please let him fall in your hands!
Yeah! I don't know where else to turn,
I don't know what else to do,
I'm a leave it up to you
Uhhhh, Phil A- de
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