Lyrics:
Rolling Stones Hold Back

the crowd You'll end up in the madhouse Shouting the cold walls down Yeah don't hold back Hold back You're messing with your life Hold back Yeah

the crowd You'll end up in the madhouse Shouting the cold walls down Yeah don't hold back Hold back You're messing with your life Hold back Yeah

the crowd You'll end up in the madhouse Shouting the cold walls down Yeah don't hold back Hold back You're messing with your life Hold back Yeah

the crowd You'll end up in the madhouse shouting the cold walls down Don't hold back. Hold back You're messing with your life, hold back Yeah, life

the crowd You'll end up in the madhouse Shouting the cold walls down Yeah don't hold back Hold back You're messing with your life Hold back Yeah

, light bulb Keep back kid not corporate thug Breast cancer, common cold HIV, lost hope Overweight, self esteem Misfit, broken dream Fish tank, small bowl Closed mind, dark hold

talkin' to blasphemous Tell me, is it these ashy cuts that got you thinkin' I'm not in touch with that mask 'n glove Don't let the Reverend hold your

slam my Mercedes door again! Now, it all started with my father I must have got my pimping genes from him, the way he left my mama I'm a rolling stone

of this and prepare to vegetate cannabis,apeeva,sweet mary jane the devil's in the back yard fryin' his brain zig zag filled with a diggity dang hold