Left Hand
Ambrose Del Sol
[Verse 1]
I brought a knife to a gunfight
And left with bullet marks
I brought words to a street fight
And left with cuts, cuts
[Chorus]
I raise my left hand
But not for Him, now for myself
I raise my left hand
I want to love you, save the stealth
[Verse 2]
I brought a Glock without ammunition
And now I'm paying for it
I brought a divorce to a wedding
And now I'm laying here, oh, oh
[Chorus]
I raise my left hand
But not for Him, now for myself
I raise my left hand
I want to love you, save the stealth