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

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
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 own self I 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. Losses at my recent fights
Burdens on my shoulders now, burnin´ all my motives down
Inspiration drying up, motivation slowing down

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
I´m begging me don´t let me go
We vow like the letter "Oh"
To never go our separate ways
And spin-off into separate shows
Tired of all the wardrobe changin´
Playing all these extra roles
Filled with all these different spirits
Livin´ off these separate souls
Point in life is getting hollow
Can´t wait for the exit hole
Give me room. The entry room. Let me in and let me go
So I can roam around this wilderness
See it for what it really is
I´m prepared to filter list
Magnify the youth in me, alibi the shootin´ spree
Amplify the revolution, sanitize the lunacy
Strip away the justice, justify the scrutiny
I can see the lasers shootin´ out of you and me

[Hook]

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco]
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!

[Hook]

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