Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Me Go, artist - Call Me Karizma. Album song The Gloomy Tapes, Vol. 1, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 27.06.2018
Record label: Call Me Karizma
Song language: English
Let Me Go |
My mother cleans houses, dad works at a bank |
Curse of that is people think my life is perfect, it ain’t |
Hurts me to say I felt I wasn’t what they urged me to be |
I was never what my brother was, I learned right away |
At ten I wrote my first song, at twelve recorded it all |
It felt important at first |
«But honey Morgan, that’s false, you gotta go to your room |
Say prayers while holding your palms |
Forget this music it’s through, don’t think you’re getting involved.» |
But mom I’m older, it’s cool, don’t wanna go by your rules |
I’m just a fucking outcast and no one knows me at school |
I don’t smoke, I don’t drink |
Don’t wanna grow to be you |
Just let me go, I’m ok |
Be back to show you the proof |
Let me try, let me grow |
Let me live, but you won’t |
Let me go, let me go |
Step aside, let me show |
I can drive down this road |
Let me go, let me go |
I was sixteen when I performed my first show |
No one came with except the homie that drove |
Fuck it, we’re going alone |
Got off stage, not a text on my phone |
No congrats, no «we're proud», no one to tell me I’m dope |
Eighteen I moved out to school |
I brought my notebook to write |
Hoping to jot a song a day then record it at night |
My parents told me I was finished |
«You won’t tour in your life |
You ain’t bringing a thing to college, not a cord or a mic» |
But mom, I’m older, it’s fine |
Fuck all these homework assignments |
I’ve been dreaming of this, but I ain’t closing my eyes |
I don’t smoke, I don’t drink |
I’m in my dorm every night |
Just let me go, I’m ok |
Be back at home when it’s time |
Let me try, let me grow |
Let me live, but you won’t |
Let me go, let me go |
Step aside, let me show |
I can drive down this road |
Let me go, let me go |
At nineteen, I lost hope, moved back to my moms |
I took a couple classes still, just to have when I want |
I tried everything I knew, every rap, every song |
But nothing worked, and no one saw the vision that I had brought |
I checked my twitter at noon, on lunch break at my shift |
I read «I'm going on tour, who should I take along with?» |
I told my fans «This is it, tweet him back I’m the shit» |
The next day I got an email that I was picked |
I fucking told you mom, I’m never coming back here |
Touring 50 states, in 60 days with blackbear |
Now I’m playing shows at twenty-two and I have fans here |
Next year I’ll be home, hope I see you and dad there, yeah |