Erick the Architect ft. Loyle Carner & FARR – Let It Go (2020)

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Single: Erick the Architect ft. Loyle Carner & FARR – Let It Go (2020)

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Lyrics: Erick the Architect ft. Loyle Carner & FARR – Let It Go (2020)

[Chorus: FARR]
Let it go, free your mind, live your life, feed your soul
Give your time, see your fam, keep ’em close
‘Cause you never know when it could all be gone
Just let it go, let it go, let it go
Make it right, ain’t no time for no wrongs
It’s alright if you’re not gettin’ enough
You don’t ever know when it could all be gone
Just let it go, let it go, let it go

[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]
Spent the last summer on tour, spent the last winter with family
I ain’t been ’round in so long, hope I still fit in with y’all
Out here tryna get it, kids growin’ mile the minute
Money don’t buy experience, can’t dig in your pocket for it
I wanna be there for the wrong, I wanna let it go, but it’s gone
I burned my mom last year, hmm, and I won’t be healed with a song
But the hope when you heal make you strong
Don’t wanna raise my kids via phone
And I love my niece, my nephew
Just like they a seed of my own
And my life in a speed of my own
Still recite, and I speak through the poems
I’m so grateful, I kept my composure
And do remember the things that I told ya
You can’t dwell, that’ll make you forget
You can still conquer the culture
It gon’ fight, that don’t mean that it’s over
You’re the angel lookin’ over my shoulder

[Verse 2: Loyle Carner]
I write my name in the sand, ayy, that’ll brand to the beach
Can’t see no hand in my reach when I’m standin’ beneath
Ayy, I can’t handle the beef, most nights don’t handle the peace
A man or beast, ayy, take a handful of each
Now I’m roamin’ the streets, head low, headphone full of beats
Get doughed and my face gets known
But I never get low, ain’t known to police
Ayy, ’cause I roll with the weaks
And launches, jabs, uppercuts and punches
Bounce cats for the weeks and dunces
I can make p’s and hundreds
Tens and thousands, men move mountains
Next day say men move ounces
All cash, no checks and bouncers
These are my surroundings, and I keep composure
No luck like three-leaf clover
What you’re gonna do when it’s all over?
What you’re gonna do when I don’t phone ya?
What you’re gonna do when I don’t hold ya?
What you’re gonna do when you can’t sleep
And your eyes go weak and you can’t stay sober?
Ayy, your bed’s my sofa, your son’s my soldier
Just like I told ya, keep composure