| My mother cleans houses, dad works at a bank
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| Curse of that is people think my life is perfect, it ain’t
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| Hurts me to say I felt I wasn’t what they urged me to be
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| I was never what my brother was, I learned right away
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| At ten I wrote my first song, at twelve recorded it all
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| It felt important at first
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| «But honey Morgan, that’s false, you gotta go to your room
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| Say prayers while holding your palms
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| Forget this music it’s through, don’t think you’re getting involved.»
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| But mom I’m older, it’s cool, don’t wanna go by your rules
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| I’m just a fucking outcast and no one knows me at school
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| I don’t smoke, I don’t drink
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| Don’t wanna grow to be you
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| Just let me go, I’m ok
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| Be back to show you the proof
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| Let me try, let me grow
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| Let me live, but you won’t
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| Let me go, let me go
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| Step aside, let me show
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| I can drive down this road
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| Let me go, let me go
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| I was sixteen when I performed my first show
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| No one came with except the homie that drove
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| Fuck it, we’re going alone
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| Got off stage, not a text on my phone
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| No congrats, no «we're proud», no one to tell me I’m dope
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| Eighteen I moved out to school
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| I brought my notebook to write
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| Hoping to jot a song a day then record it at night
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| My parents told me I was finished
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| «You won’t tour in your life
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| You ain’t bringing a thing to college, not a cord or a mic»
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| But mom, I’m older, it’s fine
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| Fuck all these homework assignments
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| I’ve been dreaming of this, but I ain’t closing my eyes
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| I don’t smoke, I don’t drink
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| I’m in my dorm every night
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| Just let me go, I’m ok
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| Be back at home when it’s time
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| Let me try, let me grow
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| Let me live, but you won’t
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| Let me go, let me go
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| Step aside, let me show
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| I can drive down this road
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| Let me go, let me go
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| At nineteen, I lost hope, moved back to my moms
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| I took a couple classes still, just to have when I want
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| I tried everything I knew, every rap, every song
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| But nothing worked, and no one saw the vision that I had brought
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| I checked my twitter at noon, on lunch break at my shift
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| I read «I'm going on tour, who should I take along with?»
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| I told my fans «This is it, tweet him back I’m the shit»
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| The next day I got an email that I was picked
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| I fucking told you mom, I’m never coming back here
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| Touring 50 states, in 60 days with blackbear
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| Now I’m playing shows at twenty-two and I have fans here
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| Next year I’ll be home, hope I see you and dad there, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Me Go , by - Call Me Karizma. Song from the album The Gloomy Tapes, Vol. 1, in the genre Альтернатива