[Intro]
From nervous touch and getting drunk
To staying up and waking up with you
Now we're sleeping near the edge holding something we don't need
All this delusion in our heads is gonna bring us to our knees
[Chorus]
Come on, let it go, just let it be
Why don't you be you, and I'll be me?
Everything that's broke, leave it to the breeze
Why don't you be you, and I'll be me?
And I'll be me
[Verse 1]
You barely see me talk, that's cause I'm having suicidal thoughts
I ran from pain how the hell I get caught?
We fighting in trial if the judge like to box
I might make BET if I pop another Roxy
Fuck around and sip too much lean, keep fucking up my profit
So many court days so many funerals
You get too much paper you don't know who'll fold
Found out what love really mean so I can't get attached
Like 35-0 in the 4th quarter you niggas ain't coming back
Like Ocho Cinco, I go get it, like I'm from Cincinnati
Ima let them get in the front field like I'm built to last
He graduated with all A's and still so dumb he sat
In the trap the only thing is open when the weather bad
Made a promise Ima stay outta jail but I'm probably going back
I promise it's so hard to shake the streets when you tryna marry rap
From nervous touch and getting drunk
To staying up and waking up with you
Now we're sleeping near the edge holding something we don't need
All this delusion in our heads is gonna bring us to our knees
[Chorus]
Come on, let it go, just let it be
Why don't you be you, and I'll be me?
Everything that's broke, leave it to the breeze
Why don't you be you, and I'll be me?
And I'll be me
[Verse 1]
You barely see me talk, that's cause I'm having suicidal thoughts
I ran from pain how the hell I get caught?
We fighting in trial if the judge like to box
I might make BET if I pop another Roxy
Fuck around and sip too much lean, keep fucking up my profit
So many court days so many funerals
You get too much paper you don't know who'll fold
Found out what love really mean so I can't get attached
Like 35-0 in the 4th quarter you niggas ain't coming back
Like Ocho Cinco, I go get it, like I'm from Cincinnati
Ima let them get in the front field like I'm built to last
He graduated with all A's and still so dumb he sat
In the trap the only thing is open when the weather bad
Made a promise Ima stay outta jail but I'm probably going back
I promise it's so hard to shake the streets when you tryna marry rap
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