Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song l e t . g o . m y . h a n d, artist - J. Cole. Date of issue: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
l e t . g o . m y . h a n d |
| Soldier’s song, marching on, on |
| Hoping to see home |
| If I die before I |
| See your smile just one more time |
| Sometimes I question whether this shit matters |
| Puttin' substance into something and the world’s so used to instant |
| gratification |
| I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation |
| Ib sent it a year ago or so |
| I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know? |
| Shit don’t always connect as soon as you press play |
| At times you gotta step away, do some livin' |
| Let time provide a new prescription, givin' truer vision |
| I dibble-dabble in a few religions |
| My homie constantly telling me 'bout Quran, puttin' me on |
| I read a few pages and recognize the wisdom in it |
| But I ain’t got the discipline for stickin' with it |
| Now I’m on the way to London, got a show for seven digits |
| I’m wonderin' just when did I become my biggest critic? |
| I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn’t nobody know my jams |
| Today my son said, «Dad, let go my hand» |
| Reminded me one day he’s gonna be his own man |
| And my job is to make sure he’s equipped |
| I gotta make sure he not no bitch 'cause niggas bound to try him |
| If I said I was the toughest growin' up, I would be lyin' |
| I had a fear of gettin' punched while everybody eyein' |
| Add to that a constant fear of dyin' |
| By gunshot wound, the other violent type of endings |
| I kept a tough demeanor on the surface but was mostly just pretendin' |
| Luckily my bluff was workin' way more often than not |
| But sometimes a nigga pulled my card, tryna expose me for a fraud |
| And with my reputation at stake |
| I was scufflin' just to save face |
| Couple wins, couple losses, some broken up too quick to call it |
| My last scrap was with Puff Daddy, who would’ve thought it? |
| I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much |
| You would’ve thought my favorite rapper was Puff |
| Back then I ain’t know shit, now I know too much |
| Ignorance is bliss and innocence is just ignorance before it’s introduced to |
| currency and clips |
| Or bad licks that have a nigga servin' three to six, shit |
| Soldier’s song, marching on, on |
| Hoping to see home |
| If I die before I |
| See your smile just one more time |
| Soldier’s song |
| I could be one to lean on |
| Time will right the wrongs |
| Won’t be long |
| How can we grow any closer? |
| How can we grow any closer? |
| How can we grow any closer? |
| How can we grow any closer? |
| Something inside of me’s tryna crawl up to the surface |
| Something is suddenly smothering, stopping me |
| Stubbornly getting its way (Way), way (Way) |
| Drowning out the wave (Drowning out) |
| I’ve got a reason to believe that I’ll turn out just fine |
| Soldier’s song |
| Lord, please guide our steps |
| Watch us, cover us |
| So that every move we make is in alignment with Your will |
| Your purpose |
| Please fill us with Your spirit |
| Keep us forever in the present |
| For presence makes the strongest fathers |
| Teach us how to lead |
| Show us how to love |