My mother's eyes come from Yorkshire
And my father's from the southern East
They hold me up
Like some dungarees
No hard line
They worked hard like we were starved to eat
And put their heart in every child like I's a masterpiece
So why now do I feel like I'm down
When I've been blessed with the love
That I imbue in my sound
'Cause I can take the boy out of the regional town
But I can't take the isolation or the need to get out
A show of horror with the way I'm flying solo again
I keep at it but I've always got this whole in my pen
And got this all in my head
I've got a role to amend
But I'll always try to be the one 'cause man, I owe it to them
But acting serious on beats to get the audience to blow up
But comic on the internet has got me feeling Homestuck
I'm positive I'm getting where I need to feel my own love
But when it comes the end I won't jump
Hold up (Don't stop)
Hold up (Don't stop)
My whole life is in the country
But it started in the southern east
I feel the pressure like a submarine
Man it's a wonder how underneath all the rugged themes
I'm just a wanderer promising that I come in peace
I've been observing these earthlings since I was just a teen
And I'm a hermit, my home is the words I humbly speak
I'm one to keep a couple dreams tucked under my wings
I cruise streets and lose weeks to polish my pen
I'm nodding my head to songs about a broken past
All of my energy focused on my now open scars
I feel like making it big is a sisyphean task
A firm believer that good things will come to those who ask
I've worked till I broke, and learned what I'm showing
That everybody is a rapper so I work on the poems
It's always hard to see the light if you're the person that's glowing
And peace of mind is a plant but you need the soil to grow in
Hold up (Don't stop)
Hold up (Don't stop)
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My mother's eyes come from Yorkshire
And my father's from the southern East
They hold me up
Like some dungarees
No hard line
They worked hard like we were starved to eat
And put their heart in every child like I's a masterpiece
So why now do I feel like I'm down
When I've been blessed with the love
That I imbue in my sound
'Cause I can take the boy out of the regional town
But I can't take the isolation or the need to get out
A show of horror with the way I'm flying solo again
I keep at it but I've always got this whole in my pen
And got this all in my head
I've got a role to amend
But I'll always try to be the one 'cause man, I owe it to them
But acting serious on beats to get the audience to blow up
But comic on the internet has got me feeling Homestuck
I'm positive I'm getting where I need to feel my own love
But when it comes the end I won't jump
Hold up (Don't stop)
Hold up (Don't stop)
My whole life is in the country
But it started in the southern east
I feel the pressure like a submarine
Man it's a wonder how underneath all the rugged themes
I'm just a wanderer promising that I come in peace
I've been observing these earthlings since I was just a teen
And I'm a hermit, my home is the words I humbly speak
I'm one to keep a couple dreams tucked under my wings
I cruise streets and lose weeks to polish my pen
I'm nodding my head to songs about a broken past
All of my energy focused on my now open scars
I feel like making it big is a sisyphean task
A firm believer that good things will come to those who ask
I've worked till I broke, and learned what I'm showing
That everybody is a rapper so I work on the poems
It's always hard to see the light if you're the person that's glowing
And peace of mind is a plant but you need the soil to grow in
Hold up (Don't stop)
Hold up (Don't stop)
And my father's from the southern East
They hold me up
Like some dungarees
No hard line
They worked hard like we were starved to eat
And put their heart in every child like I's a masterpiece
So why now do I feel like I'm down
When I've been blessed with the love
That I imbue in my sound
'Cause I can take the boy out of the regional town
But I can't take the isolation or the need to get out
A show of horror with the way I'm flying solo again
I keep at it but I've always got this whole in my pen
And got this all in my head
I've got a role to amend
But I'll always try to be the one 'cause man, I owe it to them
But acting serious on beats to get the audience to blow up
But comic on the internet has got me feeling Homestuck
I'm positive I'm getting where I need to feel my own love
But when it comes the end I won't jump
Hold up (Don't stop)
Hold up (Don't stop)
My whole life is in the country
But it started in the southern east
I feel the pressure like a submarine
Man it's a wonder how underneath all the rugged themes
I'm just a wanderer promising that I come in peace
I've been observing these earthlings since I was just a teen
And I'm a hermit, my home is the words I humbly speak
I'm one to keep a couple dreams tucked under my wings
I cruise streets and lose weeks to polish my pen
I'm nodding my head to songs about a broken past
All of my energy focused on my now open scars
I feel like making it big is a sisyphean task
A firm believer that good things will come to those who ask
I've worked till I broke, and learned what I'm showing
That everybody is a rapper so I work on the poems
It's always hard to see the light if you're the person that's glowing
And peace of mind is a plant but you need the soil to grow in
Hold up (Don't stop)
Hold up (Don't stop)
Writer: Max Draper
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid