Woorden:
Jesus Jones Nothing To Hold Me

turn, why don't you just stop it? I hope my feet stay on the ground (Yeow, stop it now) With nothing around to hold me, to hold me, to hold me (Now)

's like, ok, where I come from In my neighborhood, my people know me Youknowhatimsaying? See, if I try to come any different They ain't gon' respect me

me Heal me My dear Brena So vulnerable But it's alright Heal me Heal me My dear Brena Show me lonely and Show me openings To lead me closer to you My

that on the forealla Hay! If you feelin' me then holla at a figure Hay! If you say it's your time like never before Hay! What held you down, won't hold

thug when my momma threw me out Starvin' on the streets, the gods putting food in my mouth Taught me how to read and count Cook up coke, cut up dope and