If you want to support me along this journey, all donations are appreciated and accepted through: https://paypal.me/senseiproductions?locale.x=en_US Friday Night Lights: Complete 432Hz Remastered Mixtape Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLUFZyB_-vO1QZIqthuD8ewarx3moWswPJ Lyrics in video provided by Beat Sensei/lyrics below provided by Genius.com: [Intro] Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love It's only what you got in the form of the highest power you seek Now this right here's not a preview I need to let it go Yeah [Verse 1] Now this right here is not a preview Of what the album goin' to bring you, or nuttin' like that Sharing things I think quietly, with those that admire me Remember MTV Diaries? This something like that I wear my heart up on my sleeve, and I bleed for you Cookin' beats hoping' to reach like each one you When I release, trust if you feel like my shit is weak When you see me on the street, then speak, I refund you This sample was yellin' "loop me!" Ms. Hill, please don't sue me Cause I ain't one of these rappers out here frontin' like he got it, nigga I ain't fuckin' got it, nigga... Throwing thousands in the strip club with Drizzy Difference is I'm throwing four, he's throwing 50, Lord, forgive me Bitches saying: "You a rapper nigga, ain't you s'posed to tip more?" I don't see no pussy, baby, ain't you s'posed to strip more? Confessions of a cheap-ass nigga But I finally put my Momma in that E class, nigga And I told her quit her job, but hold your horses If my next album flops it's back to the post office, both of us, shit They're saying that's a real possibility The thought alone is killing me [Chorus 1] I think I need to let it go I need to let it go, uh I think I need to let it go Let it go, let it go I think I need to let it go 'Cause nothing even matters... [Verse 2] Anticipating rain, I can't make the same mistakes again Them '90s niggas raped the game And left us with a battered and bruised bitch, with a few kids The pussy loose, but the truth is I love her, though She ain't perfect, but who is? Hoes saying "Cole, you is" don't be silly, ma, 'cause really I Just a born sinner the opposite of a winner Cole summer, I predict another winter 'Cause I'm fin' ta drop knowledge like a five percenter Fuck the Bilderberg, nigga show 'em God sent ya Rhyme with the skill, as if Nas went to College on scholarship met Pac and said "I'm down witcha" And when they wasn't writin' rhymes they fuckin' line sisters Puffin' on swishers, what's up Milan? Every time I drop I get the net poppin' like Lebron swishes Kay told me kill ya, and I gotta respect my Mom's wishes When I let go this how my mind switches No looking back, don't even want to see my prom pictures Pardon the rhyme scheme, I guess I'm long wi ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wed1ELklhfc