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[What What]
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I'm sittin sippin soda realizin that it's over
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My feelings he couldn't reciprocate til October
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But he's the one I wanna lay my head upon his shoulder
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And keep it warm cause it's just about to get colder
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But I said I wouldn't see him, nor would I touch him
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He says he misses much and pursue per sound to suction
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through the phone, I try to hit the dialtone to clear the mess up
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or fess up, and say I'll be there soon just clear your rest up
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I can't dismiss it, no matter how much I just can't resist it
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And now he's tellin me he finally wants to be committed
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I can't call it, without me playin myself to fall for it
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Scannin my mind to see how much time I can stall
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or it can blow up, other kissings affect like anisthetic
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It's never as good as the first time and you never do forget it
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Feeling pathetic, but I quote it like someone said it
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If you really love it then you should just let it, go..
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Let it go, let it flow
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Move on with your life and act like you know
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Been on my last breathe, been between life and death
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but I gotta let it go, can't deal with the stress
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I let it, go.. let it go, let it flow
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Move on with your life and act like you know
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Been on my last breathe, been between life and death
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but I gotta let it go, can't deal with the stress
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Three times this year I've seen my people go to violent action
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that could have been avoided without negative instigation
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Goin on, off at the mouth, with foul verbal interaction
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Inevitably ending up with one or more gunshot patients
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I guess it's not a virtue anymore and scores gotta be settled
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with steel or real ain't even in the flesh and don't feel
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But eighteen feet of soil was dug out
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Three brothers lives was struck out
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Cause you wanted to be down, but without catchin a body you stuck out
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Hey, what goes around is ultimately what you get
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Sometimes good people and bad things mix
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Sometimes you got to fix the way you live
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I give my life to bring back family and friends
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But I don't control that I know that mine's precious til the end
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I leave my lifecourse to the greater knowledge of the creator
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And if it's time to go, I won't hold back, I'll just let it, go..
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Let it flow, if it's meant to come back then it shall do so
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Let it go, let it flow
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Move on with your life and act like you know
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Been on my last breathe, been between life and death
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but I gotta let it go, can't deal with the stress
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I let it, go.. let it go, let it flow
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Move on with your life and act like you know
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Been on my last breathe, been between life and death
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but I gotta let it go, can't deal with the stress
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At thirteen I watched ghetto gold turn to green
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and get crushed, through this undramatical street scene
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When all my peoples like to whyle out
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wearin the low style out
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One night we stood in front of Homebase
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watched the club file out
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Mad people started runnin, that was the end of fun and
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one nigga stand in b-boy stance, holdin his gun and
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started shootin, pollutin the curbside with shells
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Yellin buggin out cause someone stepped on his Gazelles
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or Asics, whatever it was, money's beef was basic
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It's tragic the way people takin anger and misplace it
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Now, mad are my peoples wearin scars and stitches
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cause niggaz choose to play the role of actin like bitches
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Don't take it hard, if it's not you, act like you know
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And all that unnecessary shit, just let it, go..
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Let it go, let it flow
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Move on with your life and act like you know
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Been on my last breathe, been between life and death
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but I gotta let it go, can't deal with the stress
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I let it, go.. let it go, let it flow
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Move on with your life and act like you know
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Been on my last breathe, been between life and death
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but I gotta let it go, can't deal with the stress
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Let It Go
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| The Herbaliser |
