Out of My Hands - Quentin Miller, Cj Francis IV

Good pizza

Good Atlanta Georgia pizza

Brown liquor for real

You know what turned out, started out… you know…

Just play around, turned to a real experience

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

Don’t let space come between us again

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