Hold Onto Me Songtext
1, 2 buckle my coffins
Ion wanna talk
But we fuck so often
I don’t wanna think about the days i spent
On the down low
Losing my god damn sense
No frown tho
Babe i gotta pay my rent
So hold onto me
I don’t really make good company
I just gotta thank you for loving me

1,2 crack my mental
Why is everything so fucking consequential
On the east coast
Smoking blunts in my rental
Shawty take notes
She just grabbed her pencil
Didn’t think you would ever fall for a bad boy
Leather jacket got her wet like blastoise
Skinny lady
But she rocking with the fat boys
Imma kill whoever is making all that noise
All my friends are killers
They move in a convoy
Daddy’s Lil girl
Is sinning to my voice
Well it’s my choice
And i never rejoice
Except when they freed me
And all of my boys

So please, bitch
Open your mind now
I don’t wanna die saying that i didn’t try now
Look in my eyes,
You’re dead in youre coffin
I don’t wann say it
But the shit feels awesome

1, 2 buckle my coffins
Ion wanna talk
But we fuck so often
I don’t wanna think about the days i spent
On the down low
Losing my god damn sense
No frown tho
Babe i gotta pay my rent
So hold onto me
I don’t really make good company
I just gotta thank you for loving me

1,2 can’t stop Coughing
Fuck do you want?
these dead ops are awesome
Flossing
When i go home
Rock a Gucci coat in Boston
All the opposition wanna talk
They know i got them
They go out sad
They go out sad
Yea they go out sad
Gotta a lot of sons
They could call me dad
Ion wanna fuck on a bitch if she ain’t bad
Ion wanna think bout the chances that i had
Living in my head it’s a god damn punishment
I’m feeling like breezy baby
You know I’m running it
This life is never easy baby
But I’m still loving it

They all wanna talk
Fuck you gon say?
How you ruined every single day.
Look in my heart
Real past tense
I have the time that i wish i spent
Now I’m on the road
Thinking bout this
I don’t wanna cry but i feel this shit
When i see you In the wrong direction
I don’t wanna get no introspection
But I’m right here

1, 2 buckle my coffins
Ion wanna talk
But we fuck so often
I don’t wanna think about the days i spent
On the down low
Losing my god damn sense
No frown tho
Babe i gotta pay my rent
So hold onto me
I don’t really make good company
I just gotta thank you for loving me