Lyrics Quentin Miller – Out Of My Hands
Text:
Good pizza
Good Atlanta Georgia pizza
Brown liquor for real
You know what turned out, started out… you know…
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
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
