مرت سنتين على ذي الاغنية احس بكمية مشاعر كبيرة ما افرق بينها اشخاص كثير مرو على ذاكرتي الان نفس الشعور ما تغير كاني اول مره اسمعها

مابي حلو الكلام منك وانت كارهني 💔

انا ماخطيت في حقك مابيك كذا تعاملني

اذا العتاب يفيد انا راضي تعاتبني

اسمعها لي 3 سنين وكل مره نفس الاحساس..

احاربها وهي حتى تحاربنييي بكل ماتملك

اذا ودك تفارقني بفارقك قبل تفارق

أبعترف أني أموت بحبها):

تمايلتي زعل ولا تثنيتي ياغصنّ العود .. أنا ما ارخصك لو إنك تزعّلتي ميّة مره

ياشـهد العشق

I wrote “It’s a Hold Up” in the quiet hours of the night while everyone else was asleep. The song poured out like a secret — part confession, part metaphor. At its core, it’s about what it feels like to be cornered in love: hands up, heart exposed, not knowing if the person you trust will embrace you or pull the trigger.

It’s both dark and playful, mixing heartbreak with irony. The holdup isn’t just about a gun — it’s the way love can rob you of safety, demand everything, and still leave you wanting more. This demo captures that tension in its rawest form — unpolished, but alive.

Lyrics – “It’s a Hold Up” by Alexander Rivers

Oh, I know it's been so long
Since you've been here

And I can never see quite
Why you disappear

And I watch over my whole damn life, I see
Nothing changed when I choose a side, I just be

And now I know it's a hold up
Would you please just stop and put your hands up
And now I'll tell you to go home
Just turn around and chase your tail

Hide from the shadows, hide from the dark
Don’t let the light bleed through
And go outside, just look at the sky
Maybe it won’t hurt to look up too

Wish I could say I love you
Oh, I said I wish I could, that I love you too

And now I’m held up with my hands up
Sitting up against the wall
Just press your gun into my chest
And make all of your demands

Oh, I thought I could (you)
I thought you wouldn’t shoot
Oh, I thought I could lose you
No, I thought you wouldn’t shoot

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

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