Broot! - Let It Go Lyrics

I don't need it from you,
Cuz' I already get it,
They said the kids a shitshow,
Said the kids a menace,
Sorta high, Borderline, schizophrenic
Try to cancel me,
Like I missed the edit,
Shits pathetic,
I'm bleeding better get the medic,
I don't remember fallin',
At least until you said it,
People who love you make sure that shits embedded,
Couldn't speak to the doctor so I had to hit the dentist,
Speakin' out against the law,
Used my head to break the fall,
Didn't really mean to, I was feelin' pretty lost,
Imagine that you get the call,
Can't identify the cause,
Sneak your hand in to his draws,
Pullin out the fentanyl,
No one panic,
It wasn't me who did the job,
I wish it was different dog,
Miss you like I'm lifting off,
I don't need to risk it all,
And I don't need to get it involved,
I'm thinking of a vision like I'm looking through a crystal ball,
I'm still at it,
Your playin; under average,
You're not showing anything,
Your asymptomatic
I write like it's important to be hated
Then I drop a gem,
Take the day to break away to hades, then I make amends,
I'm a lazy ass, maniac kid,
Make me laugh, we'll go take a dab,
Baby that's it,
Steady fast, I'll be ready once we're taking action,
Left her messy on the table like,
Baby back ribs
I push away what I love,
Gravitate to what I hate,
Worn out like an old glove,
Jon you keep hurtin' your face,
You gotta learn to pace
And I sit, like so what?

I just saw you walkin' all alone...
You told me not to bug you so I won't...
I'm sure one day I'll see you on the road...
Until then, I hope you let it go...
Just let it go

You talk to god but you can't forgive 'em,
Family full of cancer victims
Drug addicts and aneurysms,
Rehabs or back to prison,
I'm not a fan a fiction
I like the writing on the wall like vandalism
I start my day like I'm stuck in a mess,
Always thinkin' of a ton of regrets
Gotta relax, one to the chest,
Struggle for breath,
Got a lady swallowing like hundreds of kids
I leave 'em with the body uncovered,
Like too late, that's no way to talk to ya mother,
Givin' chills make you feel like ya not in the covers,
Getting' gold, hittin box like Mario Brothers
I'm the party at heart,
Grab the beer and the soco,
You keep complaining
And keep moving the goal post
You can't learn to walk if you always got a crutch,
You can't let it go if you don't got the guts, let it go

I just saw you walkin' all alone...
You told me not to bug you so I won't...
I'm sure one day I'll see you on the road...
Until then, I hope you let it go...
Just let it go