Out Of My Hands – Quentin Miller (feat. CJ Francis IV)
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Good pizza Good Atlanta Georgia pizza Brown liquor for real You know what turned out, started out… you know… Just play around, turned to a real experience Yeah ya dig
Sometimes I think about the shit I did Think about the shit that I’ve been in Sometimes I think about that crash What’s the reason that I lived Why a nigga still here Yeah I was with you but I was never there Like never quite there I mean I felt the same It wasn’t like I was running game Sometimes feelings change Like the seasons Coz we been Out here on the road Out here chasing goals We don’t want no bronze or no silver Split it all with my niggas Yeah Place your order we deliver 1317 you know it
Yeah you know, you know And I still don’t know why they still want the fame Don’t you see it’s not your plan, I just live coz it’s out my hands Shawty know that I’m not her man Don’t let space come between us again I am not myself and you are no one else’s We don’t need no help, I just need you healthy and present when I’m here Your mother getting sick, last year had a scare Told you that I’d be there did not disappear I don’t even know where Real fast when I hit third gear It be crazy real clear real clear Northside yeah I still reside there Don’t know why be fair And I still don’t know why they still want the fame Don’t you see it’s not your plan, I just live coz it’s out my hands