Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Go, artist - August Greene. Album song August Greene, in the genre Соул
Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Song language: English
Let Go |
There’s places I go I can’t tell you about |
There’s things I have done I can’t carry around |
I need to let go, I need to let go |
Sittin' in the shadow of me, gradually battlin' me |
A fall from grace like Adam and Eve |
Search for the inner-Vatican in me |
The temple, the body, I’m mental, I’m godly |
Somehow I made my mess-ups my hobby |
Is it the stress and the pressure? |
Probably |
Out here with much anger inside me |
Don’t know who my friends are, stranger inside me |
Stranger things, gettin' high clipped off my angel wings |
Thought I was gonna fly when Obama became the king |
Pain and disdain are the rings that I wear |
It’s just the price of life when things ain’t as fair |
To pay dues and you still owe something on em |
When you bruised and they still want something from you |
Run through my mind, trippin' over time |
It’s moving faster than me, haphazardly |
So much drive that I crashed into me |
Father, will time be my last enemy? |
What will my soul be worth when you cash in on me? |
I’m bent, prayin' on passionate knee |
There’s places I go I can’t tell you about |
There’s things I have done I can’t carry around |
I need to let go, I need to let go |
In a state, in a place |
Whatever worth I get appraised |
Don’t wanna wait for Heaven’s gates |
A hellish thing is too much weight |
I need to let go, I need to let go |
The best souls reach thresholds and can’t let go |
Empty room, wishin' for a miracle to echo |
In my mind, I hear times can stay ghetto |
Born rebel, havin' my own inner-Aleppo |
Saved by the blood then I should be a vessel |
Just another Jacob, with God I wrestle |
I deal with the Devil, temptations |
Tryin' to get the spirit right, reflection’s in the way |
How many lessons in a day do I need |
Before I get on my demons, see the fruits of my seed? |
It was written I read, I keep gettin' Rocky’d |
In a fight with my mind, from these decisions, I bleed |
I’m supposed to go high when they go low |
I forget the big picture and snap like a photo |
Solo in a crowded room, seein' myself like a powder room |
In my eyes clouds of doubt and gloom |
Between me and the sun, it’s weed in a gun |
I yell freedom cause I’m free to be dumb |
When it’s all done, will I have heaven’s dress code |
And been able to let God and let go? |
There’s places I go I can’t tell you about |
There’s things I have done I can’t carry around |
I need to let go, I need to let go |
In a state, in a place |
Whatever worth I get appraised |
Don’t wanna wait for Heaven’s gates |
A hellish thing is too much weight |
I need to let go, I need to let go |