Let It Out

By Racerr

On 22

Released on January 1, 2022

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๐™„๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ค

Don't know what I been through

Donโ€™t know where I came from

Having nightmares when the sun out

(It messed my mental up)

High key finna spazz out

(Where's my instrumental)

In the stu finna let it out

(I'm sentimental ah)

๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™ค๐™ 

And Iโ€™m Smokin dope just to hide my pain

You can't relate boy we not the same

I was left alone I was in the rain

Had to hold bruh with them bloody stains

I was traumatized I was so insane

Had to pray to God almost lost my ways

I was eating low I was losing weight

Lost my friends had to cut them off

No dad man fuck my pops

I'm still sad while I'm counting guap

I been asking God for this pain to stop

It's hard to breathe like it's weight on top

My heart hurt think it's finna pop

I feel good when it's pills to pop

I look good but I go through a lot

๐™‘๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™š ๐Ÿญ

Tryin read mะต like a book

You can not judge me by my looks

I am a pro feeling likะต a rook

I always doubt myself but I shouldnโ€™t

Perc 10 I took it

This war inside Iโ€™m losing

End it all by shooting

There's people waiting they rooting

๐™‘๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™š ๐Ÿฎ

Got me a chop nigga hereโ€™s the bell

Look at my eyes nigga low as hell

Look at my face nigga been through hell

Look at my ricks nigga leaving trails

I'm smoking on gas sipping red yeah

It clears my mind helps my head yeah

Got me some racks nigga that's for certain

All my black Royce bitch close the curtains

Ride my wave nigga can't surf it

He my son bruh yeah he learning

I brought me a light for his ass ass

He want smoke so I lit the gas gas

Imma let the shit all out

Now Iโ€™m feeling good I was down

Needed help up off the ground

But I got up by myself yeah

๐—ข๐˜‚๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ/๐—›๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ธ

And I'm Smokin dope just to hide my pain

You can't relate boy we not the same

I was left alone I was in the rain

Had to hold bruh with them bloody stains

I was traumatized I was so insane

Had to pray to God almost lost my ways

I was eating low I was losing weight

Lost my friends had to cut them off

No dad man fuck my pops

I'm still sad while I'm counting guap

I been asking God for this pain to stop

It's hard to breathe like it's weight on top

My heart hurt think it's finna pop

I feel good when it's pills to pop

I look good but I go through a lot