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The air was cold, oh, and the money was tight
I clung to her body that night, pretending I was in love
See, I've been told this kinda living ain't right
But it becomes hard to fight when it fits like a glove
And I'm tired of dodging blows under the table
I can't do what I've been told
Living young, but growing old
And I say that
I'm just holding on for my survival
And I can't ever seem to just let it be
My wheels keep rolling on, even though my money's gone
But, I'ma go home and pray for the revival
See, my father was made straight from the salt of the earth
He taught me 'bout a dollar bill's worth, he taught me how to survive
Can't be upset of losing my life to my work
Ain't easy and I know it's gonna hurt, but it keeps me alive
I said, "I think it's time for me to go while I'm still able"
I can't do what I've been told
Living young, but growing old
And I say that
I'm just holding on for my survival
And I can't ever seem to just let it be
My wheels keep rolling on, even though my money's gone
But, I'ma go home and pray for the revival
Yea, I'ma go home and pray for the revival
Well, good God
Oh, my
Alright
I can't let go
Oh, no
Oh, Lord!
(Come and break one)
So, I'm just holding on for my survival
And I can't ever seem to just let it be
My wheels keep rolling on, even though my money's gone
Well, I'ma go home and pray for the revival
Yea, I'ma go home and pray for the revival
Yeah-ayy
Yeah-
