Tekster:
Green Day Hold On

break of day When you've lost all hope And excuses And the cheapskates and the losers Nothing's left to cling on to You gotta hold on... Hold on to

break of day When you've lost all hope And excuses And the cheapskates and the losers Nothing's left to cling on to You gotta hold on... Hold on to

the break of day When you've lost all hope And excuses And the cheapskates and the losers Nothing's left to cling on to You gotta hold on... Hold on

persevere As I reach the break of day When you've lost all hope And excuses And the cheapskates and the losers Nothing's left to cling on to You gotta hold on... Hold on

off the words I say Because this type of pimpin' happens every day My mind's blown off fine champagne So bent on currency, got green in my vein So damn

came up on a mill And I got 'em sweepin' and pickin' up tags off the floor Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall On the glimmer with

runs things, they easy. Believe me, Ia??m running hard Obama to Hillary. It aina??t over, got my *green *and *celery. Ita??s on my dice, ita??s on my

to use it So I'm trapped up against the wall Watchin' y'all niggas plottin' on me Tryin' ah, catch me up in that robbery Put they mob on me and do ah job on

stuck on murda Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and