Ascolta 'Hold Your Hand' di NAV

Hold Your Hand

NAV

Hip-Hop/Rap

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
NAV
Vocals
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Programming
Maaly Raw
Maaly Raw
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Songwriter
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Jamaal Henry
Jamaal Henry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Producer
Maaly Raw
Maaly Raw
Producer
Shin Kamiyama
Shin Kamiyama
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Testi

I help you with all of your problems But you're becomin' one for me too (for me too) Tired of hearin' about the bills you gotta pay 'Cause I got them too (I got them too, yeah, I got them too) I got real things to think about I'm not worried about you (I'm not worried about you, worried about you) Fives, tens, twenties and a fifties, all my hundreds blue (blue) I can't hold your hand through this shit Can't hold your hand through this shit It's not my fault I got rich, and you still ain't got shit Can't hold your hand through this shit Can't hold your hand through this shit I went through pain for all of this I had to change for all of this Why you got your hands out? (Ah, hands out) I always have everythin' planned out (planned out) It's funny how everythin' panned out (panned out) The tables turned, now I'm the man now (man now) How you smokin' every day when you need me to pay your phone? Where you spend the money I gave to you? You said you don't know (what?) I had nobody to help me when I felt alone Had no time to make excuses, I just did it on my own When I count my money, I can feel you lookin' sideways at me (sideways at me) You always starin' at my chain and now you mad 'Cause everybody's lookin' at me ('body lookin' at me, yeah) You can't make what I make in a month in a year Just saw my niece and I put diamonds in her ears The way you talkin' to me, got me feelin' weird I see everythin', don't think I'm not aware When I needed you, you weren't there Now you wanna go with me everywhere You say I ain't keepin' it real and that ain't fair I help you with all of your problems But you're becomin' one for me too (for me too) Tired of hearin' about the bills you gotta pay 'Cause I got them too (I got them too, yeah, I got them too) I got real things to think about I'm not worried about you (I'm not worried about you, worried about you) Fives, tens, twenties and a fifties, all my hundreds blue (blue) I can't hold your hand through this shit Can't hold your hand through this shit It's not my fault I got rich, and you still ain't got shit Can't hold your hand through this shit Can't hold your hand through this shit I went through pain for all of this I had to change for all of this Why you got your hands out? (Ah, hands out) I always have everythin' planned out (planned out) It's funny how everythin' panned out (panned out) The tables turned, now I'm the man now (man now) You were never ten toes down, so I don't care They know who I am, I'm good for it, the money's there (there) Now you call me, yeah, you feel some way (way, way) Did you see NAV? He was spendin' bands today (today, today) Last time I checked out, I heard you played on both sides (sides) Cut you off, now only money on my mind (mind) The last time you held me down, it's been a minute (minute) I put in work like A$AP Ferg, you know I'm with it (with it) Feelin' lonely off the drugs, I call Mariah Told her bring it back, I need some more, yeah Everythin' hit, look at my bust-down, make me feel rich Look at my fit, you know I'm NAV, I didn't pay for it
Writer(s): Jamaal Talib Henry, Navraj Singh Goraya, Masamune Kudo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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