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Holding on to you

Gemma Nicole

GENRE

Pop

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APPLE MUSIC

AMAZON MUSIC

DEEZER

There's a letter that I wrote
Titled
To My First Love
I want to share it with the world
But it was meant
Just for you

You never made me feel
Like I was alone
You were a place
That I could call home
This song is to my first love
Cause I am
Holding on to you

I don't know
If you're out there
Or if you found somebody new
But I just gotta tell you
How I feel about you
I don't know
If you're out there
Or if you found somebody new
But even after all this time
I'm still holding on to you

Pictures in my phone
Well they haven't been dеleted
I should have donе that
Months ago
But I can't find a reason

I cried every single night
Why didn't we put up a fight
I don't even know why you're gone
Falling out of love
Didn't take you long

I never felt like I was alone
Your arms were a place
That I could call home
Yes you
You were my first real love
And this song is for you
Cause even after all this time
I'm holding on to you

I don't know
If you're out there
Or if you found somebody new
But I just gotta tell you
How I feel about you
I don't know
If you're out there
Or if you found somebody new
But even after all this time
I'm still holding on to you

Did you read the letter I wrote you
Or did you throw it in a drawer
You never gave me back my things
But I hope you're happy with yours
Even after all this time
I can't believe you're gone
Because you were the first person
That I ever loved

I know that you're out there
And you found somebody new
But I don't think she'll love you
The way I loved you
I know that you're out there
And you found somebody new
But even after all this time
I'm still holding on to you

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Hoodrich Pablo Juan

GENRE

Rap

SPOTIFY

APPLE MUSIC

AMAZON MUSIC

DEEZER

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
(EarlOnTheBat)
Hood!
(OG Parker)
Let’s go

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I put that money over bitches (Unh)
Fuck imma do if I ain’t got no job?
I gotta eat and they want me to starve
Dracos and Glocks, who you gon’ rob
Roll up the oops and we smoke cigars
[?], got a mill’ on my face card
Ha, I see em’ playin’ hard (Ha)
I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard
Trapped out a twenty from Canada boulevard
Go where I want, I’m still rockin’ my Audemar
Hood rat bitch steady still’ tryna’ fuck me raw
Cause’ that lil’ stole from me, I cut em’ off
Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it
I been to war with these niggas, I’m a veteran
They don’t want no beef with me, they vegetarian
They got away with the lick, but they buried it

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Fuck all this shit, I don’t cherish
I see these niggas actin’ hard, they carrots
Say you was servin’, but nigga you need to walk to the stoe’
Had to trap out the graveyard by CD grove
Real nigga, fuck all that clout, y’all hoes
In the trap, same clothes, it don’t ever close
Run when you see twelve, better not open that do’ (Fuck 12)
Fuck that, jump out the patio (I’m gone)
I was stayin’ down with [?] by the time it’s 3014
Shit, the playground
I was just sharp with the strap in the book bag
Came from the west, in the airport, touchdown
Check my watch, I’m screamin’ time, bussdown
Trappin, learn how to survive
Watch for the camouflage, they in disguise
I cannot dwell on it, I bought a sky
My bitch say she need me, fuck it, bye, huh
Say you want my chain, try
Wanna know what I bang? Glocks
Whole different spot for the lean in the rocks
This shit in my blood, I blame my pops
Money for real, this shit ain’t no props
Fuck all that talkin’ let off some shots
Wanted to hit? This shit already cocked (Boom)
Run up on me, imma send you that [?]
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I put that money over bitches (Unh)
Fuck imma do if I ain’t got no job?
I gotta eat and they want me to starve
Dracos and Glocks, who you gon’ rob
Roll up the oops and we smoke cigars
[?], got a mill’ on my face card
Ha, I see em’ playin’ hard (Ha)
I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard
Trapped out a twenty from Canada boulevard
Go where I want, I’m still rockin’ my Audemar
Hood rat bitch steady still’ tryna’ fuck me raw
Cause’ that lil’ stole from me, I cut em’ off
Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it
I been to war with these niggas, I’m a veteran
They don’t want no beef with me, they vegetarian
They got away with the lick, but they buried it

[Verse 2: Robnhood Tra]
Yeah, yeah
Jump out with that stick, nigga try it, I’m darin’ em’
Nigga tell you what, imma pull up embarrass em’
Kill you, you, you, you, you and the rest of them
Racks, Glocks, sticks and [?]
Nigga, opp, edit em’, spit on em’
Whole block, get in there
Chop a nigga top, beheaded em’
I catch your big homie, I fuck nigga carried em’
Shout out the work and I shoot out the Caravan
They know that it’s us, they know we ain’t sparin’ em’
Scrape that boy out, now that choppa put air in him
My young nigga [?] prolly shoot at the ambulance
Whip out that stick, turn that boy to running man
These niggas some bitches, I call em [?]
Too many digits, I need me some rubber bands
Hoppin’ out the cut, boogeyman
These niggas ain’t, Superman
Whole, lotta’, sticks, zoolaman
Real, blood, diamond, African
I hang with the Taliban, like I [?]
Say he the plug, but he really the dope man
Whole lotta diamonds, I feel like a snowman (Lil Bitch)
Fear of God drip, but I’m not fearin’ no man
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I put that money over bitches (Unh)
Fuck imma do if I ain’t got no job?
I gotta eat and they want me to starve
Dracos and Glocks, who you gon’ rob
Roll up the oops and we smoke cigars
[?], got a mill’ on my face card
Ha, I see em’ playin’ hard (Ha)
I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard
Trapped out a twenty from Canada boulevard
Go where I want, I’m still rockin’ my Audemar
Hood rat bitch steady still’ tryna’ fuck me raw
Cause’ that lil’ stole from me, I cut em’ off
Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it
I been to war with these niggas, I’m a veteran
They don’t want no beef with me, they vegetarian
They got away with the lick, but they buried it

[Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
These niggas really be scary
Don’t even compare me, these little boys Larry
Pull up in all black, like I was allergic to dairy
Reppin’ that nigga, they startin’ to get arrogant
Trapped out the flea market by [?] and [?]
You know I got it, why the fuck you askin’?
These niggas ad-libs, they come after
Pistol whip em’, assault with battery
Can’t wait to catch that nigga, keep @‘n me
Big dog status, don’t like [?]
[?] with the beat, they 20 like Harriet
TDO and weed every week, this a counter
Rocky was ready to do em’ on camera
Fuck it, we gotta get em’ all, no sparin’
Thought he was real, he turned out to be a scammer
3-0 with dracos, we go to the opps hood
Ain’t got no job, how I’m gon’ not juug
They keep on shoppin’, it must be good
Straight out the partment, you just call me Hood
Thought he was cripin’, I got em in blood (Shh)
Bitch shut up, I’m talkin’ to the plug
Run into an opp, he got swept up under the rug
Nigga speak up, but I don’t give a fuck