| Hold on
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| You got this
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| Don’t throw it away
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| Learn to forgive but don’t forget
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| Even when it feels like the worst
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| Hold on
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| You got this
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| Don’t throw it away
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| Make more memories than regrets
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| If nothing else just live and learn
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| What if I was talking to the younger me
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| Way back when I was three
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| Running up and down the street
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| Not a thing I’ll ever need
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| No shoes up on my feet
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| Sitting in the puddle causing trouble for my family
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| I would say, «Get ready things are about to change»
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| I would say, «Hold steady even if you run away»
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| I would say, «Nobody knows what you about to face»
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| I would say, «Oh buddy hold for a better day»
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| You got them teachers all upon your case
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| Watching it just slip away
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| Feeling like it never changed
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| And now you feeling like your so deranged
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| Staring out the window where nobody seems
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| To know ya pain
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| Help now is on it’s way
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| God knows what you face
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| Wipe all the tears away
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| Let go of all the hate
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| This all about to change
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| Know there’s a better way
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| Roll with the punches
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| You can hold for a better day
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| Hold on
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| You got this
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| Don’t throw it away
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| Learn to forgive but don’t forget
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| Even when it feels like the works
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| Hold on
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| You got this
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| Don’t throw it away
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| Make more memories than regrets
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| If nothing else just live and learn
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| What if I was talking to the younger me
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| Thirteen with the shirt clean and some Dungarees
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| Acid washed ripped jeans
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| Stripe like a bumble bee
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| Running from the bullies in the hood tryna' come at me
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| Punching up the wall in the hall while I’m mumbling
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| Shoved in the stall then I fall down stumbling
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| Crawl to the wall then I hauled out hustling
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| Head home where it’s all fall down crumbling
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| Wondering, Wondering anyone loving me?
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| Yes there is for the kid feeling ug-a-lee
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| Zits on your face and your kicks quite struggling
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| Helps on its way its gonna change quite suddenly
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| Screaming at the top of your lungs 'till its thunderin'
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| Words pound through ya head ya angers now bubblin'
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| Ran out the door down the street to your cousin nem'
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| Found out everything you need He had it covered, Man
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| Hold on
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| You got this
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| Don’t throw it away
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| Learn to forgive but don’t forget
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| Even when it feels like the works
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| Hold on you got this don’t throw it away
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| Make more memories than regrets
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| If nothing else just live and learn
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| What if I was talking to the younger me
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| Right around twenty three
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| Young MC hung-a-ry
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| Head full of dreams got a heart full of ministry
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| Head full of stream got some art for the industry
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| Can’t find a part just to start in my own space
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| Too white, too broke, no talent, no name
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| That’s what they said I went my own way
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| Messing with my head I don’t listen to what they gonna say
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| But I need to be slow to speak
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| Take time just to breathe it keeps me in perfect peace
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| And enjoy all the mystery
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| Learn to shut up dude
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| Learn how to listen please
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| And through the darkest of ya days
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| He promises to stay
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| You gone make it through okay
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| And this is what I’d say
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| Hold on
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| You got this
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| Don’t throw it away
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| Learn to forgive but don’t forget
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| Even when it feels like the works
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| Hold on you got this don’t throw it away
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| Make more memories than regrets
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| If nothing else just live and learn |