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Head East Back In My Own Hands

, a little help from above I'll get my feet back on the ground before long Chorus Back in my own hands Back in my own hands Back in my own hands There

fuck Lies start spreadin now you tangled in a mix up I gits up, do sits up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in order And use my hand as a tape recorder

been. I wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish good luck to my peers. (Palmdale.) Palmdale, come back to me. I need you and I love you, baby. Palmdale, come back

my voice'll cause the skip of your wax Was flippin these cats since first tracks grippin my back Fuck my womanhood, brothers kneelin be lickin my raps

Mikey Styles] Welcome, on the East side of things We 'bout the dookie links, diamond rings and things Head come around, try throw foul swings Back stabbing enemies, claim defending Never shake hands

. East coast Jersey represent don't fuck with me cuz you can't repent What you say will come back to you If you doubt me just test my crew Don't break

rhythm I've been sittin in the back with my eyes on the prize High, tryin to visualize A game with no strains, stress, no pain Got me pullin out my hair

block, same shit they own Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone Man to man, I'm good workin with my hands My

lives And I lost one the day my nigga Pumpkin died And it's a shame the game got your own homie shady So I lay up in the cut, hands clutch the 3.80 Ready