Let Go
I've made mistakes too
I'm not exempt
I shy away from pent up feelings
In my mind is where they kept
Uh
I lost my faith
I lost my friends
Prizes for my actions
Spin the wheel
See how it ends
But
It's time to let go
Quit movin' fast
You get so caught up with the future
You forgot about the past
But I
I take my breaths slow
To make 'em last
If only talent was a substance
We could measure in a glass
But no
It's more a feeling
When you feel like you're amazing
Fuck a demonstration
I walk in here guns a blazin'
'Cos
I'm done with playing
Stop pretending you don't know it
Welcomed with open arms
And responded to with some closed fists
I take a small risk
It pay off exponentially
Her ears perk up anytime
You mention Mr. Kennedy
Uh
I never claimed to have all the answers
My thought enhances
You thought I'd fall for this lore
You must consult with madness
I catapult and then I take a backflip
I'm causing havoc on anyone
The whip look like a daughter magnet
I thought of magic then
I caught a bad bitch
Classic
Boujee
Ratchet
Ahh
It's time to let go
Quit movin' fast
You get so caught up with the future
You forgot about the past
But I
I take my breaths slow
To make 'em last
If only talent was a substance we could measure in a glass
But no
It's time to let go
Quit movin' fast
You get so caught up with the future
You forgot about the past
But I
I take my breaths slow
To make 'em last
To make 'em last
To make 'em last
To make 'em last
I'm not exempt
I shy away from pent up feelings
In my mind is where they kept
Uh
I lost my faith
I lost my friends
Prizes for my actions
Spin the wheel
See how it ends
But
It's time to let go
Quit movin' fast
You get so caught up with the future
You forgot about the past
But I
I take my breaths slow
To make 'em last
If only talent was a substance
We could measure in a glass
But no
It's more a feeling
When you feel like you're amazing
Fuck a demonstration
I walk in here guns a blazin'
'Cos
I'm done with playing
Stop pretending you don't know it
Welcomed with open arms
And responded to with some closed fists
I take a small risk
It pay off exponentially
Her ears perk up anytime
You mention Mr. Kennedy
Uh
I never claimed to have all the answers
My thought enhances
You thought I'd fall for this lore
You must consult with madness
I catapult and then I take a backflip
I'm causing havoc on anyone
The whip look like a daughter magnet
I thought of magic then
I caught a bad bitch
Classic
Boujee
Ratchet
Ahh
It's time to let go
Quit movin' fast
You get so caught up with the future
You forgot about the past
But I
I take my breaths slow
To make 'em last
If only talent was a substance we could measure in a glass
But no
It's time to let go
Quit movin' fast
You get so caught up with the future
You forgot about the past
But I
I take my breaths slow
To make 'em last
To make 'em last
To make 'em last
To make 'em last
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Writer(s): Denzel Kennedy
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