Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold My Ground, artist - Chris Webby. Date of issue: 28.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hold My Ground |
| Planted my feet back in '88 and I’ve never budged |
| Dodging demons and all the tricks that the Devil does |
| Rolled adversity in the paper to catch a buzz |
| Overcame the snakes that caught us in a blood |
| Cause see I’ve dealt with the constrictors that will try to squeeze you dry |
| And the venomous types that' spitting poison with their lies |
| Yeah, them cold-blooded villians, reptilian instincts |
| Putting holes in your boat and then dip when the ship sinks |
| But see, the seas were getting choppy |
| I felt that cold water |
| Thought for a moment I was down in Davy Jones' locker |
| Felt the Grim Reaper tugging on my coat collar |
| But I pushed through, learning how these crooks move |
| 'Cause life’s a chess game |
| And now I’m thinking so many moves ahead of my advisories they’re in check the |
| same |
| The moment that they sit at the table and try to play |
| Seen 'em coming 20 miles away |
| And so I say |
| Got Snakes and the cheats, deceitful intents |
| They smile as they speak and sneak in your trench |
| The vultures have come and I watch as they circle 'round |
| That’s why I gotta hold my ground |
| Yeah, hold my ground |
| I gotta hold my ground |
| Yeah, my feet planted firmly, ya heard me? |
| I hold my ground |
| I been at this shit for years, lost hope |
| The times' been survived, it’s pretty clear I won’t |
| Let a snake around my circle in |
| That’ll never work again |
| See the vultures circling like Cher-con's close |
| I should get a tattoo of a stab wound on my back |
| To pay homage to the cats who |
| Snuck up with the blade like Brutus, ruthless tactics |
| Seeing through all their moves, keep moving past it |
| Don’t talk shit with the rats |
| Don’t break bread with the birds |
| Keep these weasels in traps |
| Leave 'em left on the curb |
| See these snakes in the grass |
| Hit that pedal and swerve |
| All I’m speaking is facts |
| Fuck whatever you heard |
| Yeah, 'cause I don’t give a fuck about your feelings |
| Some of my wounds still aren’t done healing |
| But nothing brought me down |
| I keep pushing, bringing deals in |
| Now I’m stacking to the ceiling |
| Now I ain’t fucking with the Snakes and the cheats, deceitful intents |
| They smile as they speak and sneak in your trench |
| The vultures have come and I watch as they circle 'round |
| That’s why I gotta hold my ground |
| Yeah, hold my ground |
| I gotta hold my ground |
| Yeah, my feet planted firmly, ya heard me? |
| I hold my ground |