Letras:
Hot Chip Hold On

if it feels like hell I'm only going to heaven if it tastes like caramel Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on Hold on, hold on Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on Hold on, hold on

if it feels like hell I'm only going to heaven if it tastes like caramel Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on Hold on, hold on Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on Hold on, hold on

heaven if it feels like hell I'm only going to heaven if it tastes like caramel Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on Hold on, hold on Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on Hold on, hold on

On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops I just laugh at, nigga wishin' they were this hot Guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off Better that than pissed on

On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops I just laugh at, nigga wishin' they were this hot Guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off Better that than pissed on

-boy He's in a place but I can't get joy Thinking on you in the final throes This is when my buzzer goes Run out to meet you, chips and pitta You say

on the pain while robbin' your chain Knahmean? Do him and the fiend, grab his wallet Leave a trail-blazin' like (Rasheed Wallace) What's today's knowledge? Hold

in my hustle show my muscle flex off, then start to tussle young guys, pushin Hot Rods begin the saga blow like Hoffa stack chips like Godfather

on the fast track, aint no need for no pit stops I just laugh at, n-gga wishing it was this hot guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off better that than pissed on