| There’s places I go I can’t tell you about
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| There’s things I have done I can’t carry around
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| I need to let go, I need to let go
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| Sittin' in the shadow of me, gradually battlin' me
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| A fall from grace like Adam and Eve
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| Search for the inner-Vatican in me
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| The temple, the body, I’m mental, I’m godly
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| Somehow I made my mess-ups my hobby
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| Is it the stress and the pressure? |
| Probably
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| Out here with much anger inside me
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| Don’t know who my friends are, stranger inside me
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| Stranger things, gettin' high clipped off my angel wings
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| Thought I was gonna fly when Obama became the king
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| Pain and disdain are the rings that I wear
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| It’s just the price of life when things ain’t as fair
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| To pay dues and you still owe something on em
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| When you bruised and they still want something from you
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| Run through my mind, trippin' over time
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| It’s moving faster than me, haphazardly
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| So much drive that I crashed into me
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| Father, will time be my last enemy?
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| What will my soul be worth when you cash in on me?
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| I’m bent, prayin' on passionate knee
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| There’s places I go I can’t tell you about
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| There’s things I have done I can’t carry around
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| I need to let go, I need to let go
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| In a state, in a place
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| Whatever worth I get appraised
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| Don’t wanna wait for Heaven’s gates
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| A hellish thing is too much weight
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| I need to let go, I need to let go
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| The best souls reach thresholds and can’t let go
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| Empty room, wishin' for a miracle to echo
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| In my mind, I hear times can stay ghetto
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| Born rebel, havin' my own inner-Aleppo
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| Saved by the blood then I should be a vessel
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| Just another Jacob, with God I wrestle
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| I deal with the Devil, temptations
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| Tryin' to get the spirit right, reflection’s in the way
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| How many lessons in a day do I need
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| Before I get on my demons, see the fruits of my seed?
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| It was written I read, I keep gettin' Rocky’d
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| In a fight with my mind, from these decisions, I bleed
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| I’m supposed to go high when they go low
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| I forget the big picture and snap like a photo
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| Solo in a crowded room, seein' myself like a powder room
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| In my eyes clouds of doubt and gloom
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| Between me and the sun, it’s weed in a gun
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| I yell freedom cause I’m free to be dumb
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| When it’s all done, will I have heaven’s dress code
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| And been able to let God and let go?
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| There’s places I go I can’t tell you about
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| There’s things I have done I can’t carry around
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| I need to let go, I need to let go
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| In a state, in a place
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| Whatever worth I get appraised
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| Don’t wanna wait for Heaven’s gates
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| A hellish thing is too much weight
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| I need to let go, I need to let go |