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Kobe Crawford
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Lyrics

[Intro]
From nervous touch and getting drunk
To staying up and waking up with you
Now we're sleeping near the edge, holding something we don't need
All this delusion in our heads is gonna bring us to our knees
[Chorus]
Come on, let it go, just let it be
Why don't you be you, and I'll be me?
Everything that's broke, leave it to the breeze
Why don't you be you, and I'll be me?
And I'll be me
[Verse 1]
You barely see me talk
That's 'cause I'm having suicidal thoughts
I ran from pain, how the hell I get caught?
We fighting in trial if the judge like to box
I might make BET if I pop another Roxy
Fucked around, sipped too much lean, keep fucking up my profit
So many court days, so many funerals
You get too much paper, you don't know who'll fold
Found out what love really mean, so I can't get attached
Like 35-0 in the 4th quarter, you **** ain't coming back
Like Ochocinco, I go get it, like I'm from Cincinnati
I'ma let them get in the front, feel like I'm built to last
He graduated with all A's and still so dumb he sat
And the trap the only thing that's open when the weather bad
Made a promise I'ma stay outta jail, but I'm probably going back
I promise it's so hard to shake the streets when you tryna marry rap
[Chorus]
Come on, let it go, just let it be
Why don't you be you, and I'll be me?
Everything that's broke, leave it to the breeze
Why don't you be you, and I'll be me?
And I'll be me
[Verse 2]
I played basketball in the eighth grade, still back and fourth the court
Hard head, I could've took the stairs, but I'd rather jump up off the porch
And I'm still tryna let the streets go, that's why I keep singing this chorus
I was taught if a **** let you borrow some', you still treat it like it's yours
And Duke had died, I was just with him the same night
Then Cole had left me, swear this shit just ain't right
Then I got locked, it was bad dreams and cold nights
I'm right back gambling with my life with no dice
My dead homies on my face, we don't need shirts
Been talking to God so damn long, got my knees hurting
I cannot function when I'm sober, it's like I need Percs
If them bullets hit me, I pull 'em out, bitch, I don't need surgery
[Bridge]
They feel my music in they soul, they sang my shit all through the jail
Too many **** up in heaven, I'm trying to stop from raising hell
And we couldn't even get a phone, we was four to a cell
Yo' **** with you in the streets, but you gotta do the time by yourself
So you might as well
[Outro]
Come on, let it go, just let it be
Let it go, just let it be
Why don't you be you, and I'll be me?
Why don't you be you, and I'll be me?
Written by: Kobe V. Crawford
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