Testo Let It Go - Erick the Architect feat. Loyle Carner & FARR
Testo della canzone Let It Go (Erick the Architect feat. Loyle Carner & FARR), tratta dall'album Let It Go
Let it go
Free your mind, live your life, feed your soul
Give your time, see your fam, keep 'em close
'Cause you never know when it could all be gone
Just let it go, let it go, let it go
Make it right, ain't no time for no wrongs
It's alright, did you not get enough?
You don't ever know when it could all be gone
Just let it go, let it go, let it go
Spent the last summer on tour
Spent the last winter with family
I ain't been 'round in so long, hope I still fit in with y'all
Out here tryna get it, kids growin' mile a minute
Money don't buy experience, can't dig in your pocket for it
I wanna be there for the wrong, I wanna let it go, but it's gone
I burned my mom last year, hmm, and that won't be healed with a song
But the hope when you heal make you strong
Don't wanna raise my kids via phone
And I love my niece, my nephew, just like they a seed of my own
And my life in a speed of my own
Still recite, and I speak through the poems
I'm so grateful, I kept my composure
And do remember the things that I told you
You can't dwell, that'll make it a phobia
You can still conquer the culture
We gon' fight, that don't mean that it's over
You're the angel lookin' over my shoulder
Let it go
Free your mind, live your life, feed your soul
Give your time, see your fam, keep 'em close
'Cause you never know when it could all be gone
Just let it go, let it go, let it go
Make it right, ain't no time for no wrongs
It's alright, did you not get enough?
You don't ever know when it could all be gone
Just let it go, let it go, let it go
I write my name in the sand, ayy, that I bring to the beach
Can't see no hand in my reach when I'm standin' beneath
Ayy, I can't handle the beef, most nights don't handle the peace
A man or beast, ayy, take a handful of each
Now I'm roamin' the streets, head low, headphone full of beats
Get dough and my face gets known
But I never get low, ain't known to police
Ayy, 'cause I roll with the weeks
And launches, jabs, uppercuts and punches
Dunce cap for the weaks and dunces, I can make P's and hundreds
Tens and thousands, men move mountains
Next day same men move ounces
All cash, no checks and bouncers
These are my surroundings, and I keep composure
No luck like three-leaf clover
What you're gonna do when it's all over?
What you're gonna do when I don't phone ya?
What you're gonna do when I don't hold ya?
What you're gonna do when you can't sleep
And your eyes go weak, and you can't stay sober?
Ayy, your bed's my sofa, your son's my soldier
Just like I told ya, ayy, keep composure
Let it go
Free your mind, live your life, feed your soul
Give your time, see your fam, keep 'em close
'Cause you never know when it could all be gone
Just let it go, let it go, let it go
Make it right, ain't no time for no wrongs
It's alright, did you not get enough?
You don't ever know when it could all be gone
Just let it go, let it go, let it go
Credits
Writer(s): Romeo Antonio Testa, Linden Jay Berelowitz, Benjamin Gerard Coyle-larner, Erick E Elliott
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