Letting Go

(альбом: Lasers - 2011)

[Lupe Fiasco:]
Things are getting outta control
Feels like I'm running out of soul
You are getting heavy to hold
Think I'll be letting you go

My self-portrait
Shows a man that the wealth tortured
Self-absorbed with his own self-forfeit
A shelf full of awards
Worshiping the war ships
That set sail on my sea of life

When I see my old self
I wonder if we still see alike
We was tight seeing lights
Speaking right and breathing life
Now I see my demons
And barely even sleep at night
I don't get high.
Life keep me at a decent height

As the old me I predicted all my recent plights
Exhausted trying to fall asleep.
Losses at my recent fights
Burdens on my shoulders now,
Burning all my motives down
Inspiration drying up,
Motivation slowing down

Things are getting outta control
Feels like I'm running out of soul
You are getting heavy to hold
Think I'll be letting you go

I'm begging me don't let me go
We vow like the letter "O"
To never go our separate ways
And spin-off into separate shows
Tired of all the wardrobe changing
Playing all these extra roles
Filled with all these different spirits
Living off these separate souls

Point in life is getting hollow
Can't wait for the exit hole
Give me room. The entry wound.
Let me in or let me go
So I can roam around this wilderness
See it for what it really is
Unprepared and filter-less

Magnify the youth in me,
Alibi the shooting spree
Amplify the revolution
Sanitize the lunacy
Strip away the justice
Justify the scrutiny
I can see the lasers
Shooting out of you and me

Things are getting outta control
Feels like I'm running out of soul
You are getting heavy to hold
Think I'll be letting you go

Sometimes I feel like the world
Sometimes I feel like the world is against me

And everything that I've done before
I swear we used to be so pure
But we can't be in love no more
'Cause I don't wanna fight this war

But when I put down my gun
I turn around and pick up one
This Uzi weighs a ton
But I think I'm done!

Things are getting outta control
Feels like I'm running out of soul
You are getting heavy to hold
Think I'll be letting you go

[Sarah Green:]
Think I'll be letting you go
Things are getting getting outta control
Said, it feels like like I'm running out of soul
You're getting heavy to hold
I think I'll be letting you go
Letting you go