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LUPE FIASCO lyrics : "Letting You Go"

Things are getting out of control
Feels like I'm running out of soul
You're getting heavy to hold

Think I'll be letting you go

My self-portrait shows a man that the wealth tortured

Self-absorbed with his own self-forfeit,
A shelf full of awards
Worshipping the war ships that set sail on my sea of life

Where I see my own self I wonder if we still see a light
We was tight seeing lights, speaking right and breathing life
Now I see my demons and barely even sleep at night

I don't get high, life keep me at a decent height
As the old me I predicted all my recent plights
Exhausted, trying to fall asleep, losses at my recent fights

Burdens on my shoulders now, burning all my motives down
Inspiration drying up, motivation slowing down


Things are getting out of control
Feels like I'm running out of soul
You're getting heavy to hold

Think I'll be letting you go
Think I'll let you go


I'm begging me don't let me go,
We vow like the letter 'O'
To never go our separate ways, and spin-off into separate shows

Tired of all the wardrobe changing, playing all these extra roles
Filled with all these different spirits, living off these separate souls
Point in life is getting hollow, can't wait for the exit hole

Give me room, the entry room, let me in and let me go
So I can roam around this wilderness, see it for what it really is
I'm prepared to filter list

Magnify the youth in me, alibi the shooting spree
Amplify the revolution, sanitise the lunacy
Strip away the justice, justify the scrutiny

I can see the lasers, shooting out of you and me

Things are getting out of control

Feels like I'm running out of soul
You're getting heavy to hold
Think I'll be letting you go

Think I'll be letting you go

Sometimes I feel like the world,

Sometimes I feel like the world is against me
And everything that I've done before, I swear we used to be so pure
But we can't be in love no more, cause I don't wanna fight this war

But when I put down my gun, I turn around and pick up one
This Uzi weighs a ton, but I think I'm done


Things are getting out of control
Feels like I'm running out of soul
You're getting heavy to hold

Think I'll be letting you go
Think I'll be letting you go
Things are getting, getting out of control

Oh, said it feels like, like I'm running out of soul
You're getting heavy to hold
Think I'll be letting you go

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