Kno - Appreciation (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] Hold on, cause you'll never miss your own Until that water's gone, it's wrong, it's wrong, so hold on Hold on, cause you'll never miss your own Until that water's gone, it's wrong, be strong and hold on [Cashmere the Pro]: It was morning she was brisk with her words He apologized but all she was thinking was this is absurd She understood he had to work but it was hittin a nerve She hated his out of town trips, and this was the third One in two weeks, he ain't wantin to beef Explainin' hes the one the job picks when they need someone to speak Hope to make up for lost time, but she's PO'ed And somethin bout this morning's coffee seems eerily cold "What about your family?" she repeats the exclamation You seem to up and leave for work without the slightest hesitation Aggravation... floatin waves, why you rockin the boat? Baby, this is my job, what you think I'm not gonna go? All she thought about was the weekends, and opted to blow Felt her caution in the wind when she started to throw Cups to the floor She wantin to war cus she misses her home Didn't want the wave of loneliness she gets when he gone But she insists to be on blast but not burstin with light It gets heavy as she yells "Who comes first in your life?" He don't wanna be hurtin his wife But he got a flight to catch so for now he's desertin the fight Goes for his goodbye kiss, she turns, He takes a cold cheek while she yearns Hates his job but loves him cus he's so sweet But she wants him to have a night of dwellin without a goodbye As he drives off to make Flight 11" [Hook] Hold on, cause you'll never miss your own Until that water's gone, it's wrong, it's wrong, so hold on Hold on, cause you'll never miss your own Until that water's gone, it's wrong, be strong and hold on [Deacon the Villain] It was hard times following the d**h of father and mother He felt disconnect now, though is guardian was his brother Whom he envied, cause he always seemed to be the favored sibling The one people always a**umed would create a greater living He despised it, sick of his brother's shadow Felt like a jester wanting to be king of his own castle Moved from Brick City to where girls got fixed titties Hollywood, cause there that sh**'s pretty Big brother would write, call, and email Tryin to make light of the situation, askin to be sent seashells Little brother was strugglin, in and out about three jails Tried to stand on his own two but he fell Called his older brother one day, cryin' apologizing It was a Monday, said he was sick of dramatizin And that his Hyundai, had came to the end of it's road His money was froze, too broke to launder his clothes Old bro was understanding though, expressing sorrow Said he would hit the first flight out tomorrow That they'd get a rental and pack up a carload They'd bond on the drive back, and he'd cover the barcodes Cause tomorrow, family ties would no longer be severed Remaining bloodlines would be back together Tuesday morning at Newark airport it beautiful weather 9/11 will be a day that they'll remember forever