Letting Go Songtext
von Lupe Fiasco feat. Sarah Green

Things are getting out of control
Feels like I′m running out of soul
You're 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,
The way I see my own self and wonder if we still see a light,
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
Lost inside my recent fights,
Burdens on my shoulders, now,
Burning all my motors down,
Inspiration drying up,
Motivation slowing down.

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


I'm begging you don′t let me go,
We vowed like the letter O
To never go our separate ways,
To 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 of life is getting hollow,
Can't wait for the exit hole,
Give me room to 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 euphony,
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 out of control
Feels like I′m running out of soul
You're getting heavy to hold
Think I′ll be letting you go

Sometimes I feel like the world
Sometimes I feel lonely, and 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 want to fight this War
But when I put down my gun, I turn around and pick up one
It's an Uzi waste of time, but I think I′m done

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

Think I′ll be letting you go, go, go
Things are getting out of control
Feels like I'm running out of soul
You're getting heavy to hold
Think I′ll be letting you go
Go, go, go, go...