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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco
Vocals
Sarah Green
Sarah Green
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Manzoor
David Manzoor
Songwriter
Wasalu Jaco
Wasalu Jaco
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Peluso
Joe Peluso
Recording Engineer
Josh Berg
Josh Berg
Assistant Engineer
Tucker Robinson
Tucker Robinson
Assistant Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
King David "The Future"
King David "The Future"
Producer
King David
King David
Producer

Lyrics

(Oh-oh)
Things are gettin' outta control
Feels like I'm runnin' outta soul
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
You are gettin' heavy to hold
(Oh-oh)
Think I'll be lettin' you go
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
My self portrait
Shows a man that the wealth tortured
Self-absorbed with his own self-forfeit
A shelf full of awards
Worshippin' the war ships that set sail on my sea of life
When I see my old self
I wonder if we still see alike
We was tight seein' lights
Speakin' right and breathin' 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, tryin' to fall asleep
Lost inside my recent fights
Burdens on my shoulders now
Burnin' all my motives down
Inspiration dryin' up
Motivation slowin' down
(Oh-oh)
Things are gettin' outta control
Feels like I'm runnin' outta soul
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
You are gettin' heavy to hold
(Oh-oh)
Think I'll be lettin' you go
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
Think I'll let you go
I'm beggin' me don't let me go
We vow like the letter O
To never go our separate ways
And spin off into separate shows
Tired of all the wardrobe changin'
Playin' all these extra roles
Filled with all these different spirits
Livin' off these separate souls
Point in life is gettin' hollow
Can't wait for the exit hole
Give me room, the entry wound
Let me in and let me go
So I can roam around this wilderness
See it for what it really is
Unprepared and filterless
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
(Oh-oh)
Things are gettin' outta control
Feels like I'm runnin' outta soul
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
You are gettin' heavy to hold
(Oh-oh)
Think I'll be lettin' you go
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
Think I'll be lettin' you go
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
(Oh-oh-oh)
But when I put down my gun
I turn around and pick up one
This Uzi weighs a ton
(Oh-oh-oh)
But I think I'm done
(Oh-oh)
Things are gettin' outta control
Feels like I'm runnin' outta soul
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
You are gettin' heavy to hold
(Oh-oh)
Think I'll be lettin' you go
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh, ooh-oh-oh)
Think I'll be lettin' you go
(Go, go)
Things are gettin'
(Go, go)
Gettin' outta control
(Go, go)
Oh
Said, it feels like
Like I'm runnin' out of soul
You're gettin' heavy to hold
Think I'll be lettin' you go
(Go, go)
(Go, go)
Lettin' you go
(Go, go)
Written by: David Manzoor, Lupe Fiasco
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