A day I never seen before My hands went up I started prasing God For giving me another chance, Yes [Repeat] [Bridge] My hands went up My hands went up
off the bare of my hand N-gga jus can't. pretend you forgot my name if you wanna I'm a come hard like a bar? Dawn? Make a n-gga wanna rebound, turnt up
the things in my past that i've done most of really was for the hell of the fun on the carousel so around i spun (spun) with no directions just tryna
I came up with, so celebrate the fast track [?] [Chorus:] I got my cup filled up, we came to have a good time so turn my music high we gonna tear this place up
When I party in new york take the late night subway Goin out friday to comin home monday From all directions never on a one way flavor The rhyme jus da
gon hit em, chew em up and spit em out too much venom and if you role with 'em we gonna fuck you up with 'em I got too much momentum movin in my direction
me so Think about a new destination If you think you need inspiration Roll out the map and mark it with a pin I will follow every direction Just lace up
no direction, just tryna get some Tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun And so I lost more than I had ever won And honestly, I ended up with none
? Make moves just like a fatso Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW! Chorus Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga) Roll up, light up
[Sample: Busta Rhymes, A Tribe Called Quest, Scenario] As I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind RRRAH RRRAH
A new reflection of a woman complete All of a sudden I'm so care-free (well alright) 'cause love is doing something strange to me (well alright) Got a new
nonetheless and I just started Was that directed at moi? It can't be They must be talking to themselves, hoes hands free Yeah, and I'm just filling up
my by the way [laughs] yeah [Rapping:] How the fxck jay and dame gon' break up before they meet drake. I'm sure it can be resolved I'm just hopin that they make up
target none the less, and I just started Was that directed at Moi? Cant be, they must be talking to themselves Hov, hands free Yeah, and I'm just filling up
up a star every night, Oh, Yeah I see, you?re at it again, Sittin on your hands Waiting around for the wind to change direction Well there you go
sidewalk cracks Pacifist guerrillas move undetected through concrete jungles New forms are beginning to take shape Once-occupied minds are activating People are waking up